Long time ranter, first time blogger...

Gotta say, think I'm in over my head here. No idea what I'm doing. This blog thing has me flummoxed.

Hell, I don't even know how this happened...



Fox Tango Whiskey

It isn't a philosophy, it's a lifestyle.
There is a fine line between the apathy of nihilism and the emptiness of satori.
We are the prisoners of our ambition.
As a species this is doubly true.
Self destruction is a human imperative.
If we don't make an honest effort to fuck everything up,
then nothing
(evolutionarily speaking)
is going to get done until another asteroid kisses our planet.
Adaptation comes at the price of failure.
Lots of it.
Luckily, as a species, we cherish venality and glamour enough to keep on making a mess of things.
On a proper timeline, one can see that human evolution is occurring at a terrible pace.
We appear to be hard wired to leap before we look.
Perhaps that is why humans are one of the few mammals that are reproductively active all year around.
If we didn't procreate like fruit flies, we'd have faced extinction long ago.
We are always in heat.
Forever in rut, we go on stomping and pissing on things without rest.
This might explain all of tall shiny buildings and that engorged phallus called the Washington Monument.
Look at that thing.
Seriously?
If I were an alien I would not stop here on earth.
The place is full of angry bipeds who are still worshiping boners and killing each other.
I'd keep the doors locked and the windows rolled up and I would look for the next on-ramp.
We're an adolescent species.
Which is OK.
Everybody goes through an awkward phase.
(Don't deny it. We all did.)
We're growing exponentially.
Can't ever get enough to eat.
And I've already mentioned the fascination with our genitals.
We aren't cute, little, wide eyed primitives anymore.
We'll never have an innocent relationship with nature now.
We aren't supposed to.
No we are not.
Our next step is to grow up.
Maybe even cut back on the wanking.
Get something done.
Pick a direction.
Take some responsibility.
We are due for a rite of passage.
Overdue, even.
What that might look like is anybody's guess.
But I'm betting we might take a few lumps in the near future.
Serious lumps.
But we'll recover.
And we'll be better for it.
Until then, I'll cling to my emptiness and pretend to abandon my ambition.
That's my kind of enlightenment.
Go get your own.