Dead this year

year of death

The past is back. Here we are, back where we started, a brand new future fought for with hands tied behind our backs, hoping a many-death would finally tip humanity over the threshold of an uplifting evolution. Yet we are still needy, returned to external slavery, devalued and ignored as non-existent.

It’s worse. We’re stuck in fossilised pasts, like the universal education we force-feed our diminishing children today, killing their fresh new breaths faster than our artificial intelligence can keep pace, while we confirm our incessant condemnations of the adult manufactory stock to perpetual progress towards an infinite zero, and a singularity of excess concentration of resources that frankly hasn’t imploded into a collosal black hole about a single point.

Yet in our utter arrogance of so few, and the abject dim-wittedness of too many, we forget the supremacy of the cosmos. Nope, there’s no one ultimate being that will bind and crush everyone, that’s the distorted image of the few who would be absolute despots before they get pulverised by this all-high, thing. You deny the one law of nature that we build up, and which governs us all in turn, if we but flow in the acceptance of harmony.

So the waters will drown, skies will choke, lands will collapse, and none of your created moronicities and imperfect technologies can sustain invulnerable bunkers and zealous guardians for a now-inhuman population way too far below replacement, even diversity for survivable genetic variation. So these years of death come, subtly, overwhelmingly, irrevocable, and you will die much more than before, one year after another.