I stepped into the front room last night- and there in the semi-dark- with the world outside all orange from the street lights- I thought, "How odd to be in this body, on this patch of earth, surrounded by all this stuff I think of as mine!"
I know what you mean. Sometimes I look at the world and wonder how we got from a bare lump of volcanic rubble to roads and cars and supermarkets and trees and literature and this little creature made of meat that is me.
And then there's the question of what comes next, given that this phase of our history- with roads and cars and supermarkets etc- like every other phase- is transitional.
It's funny how many people think we have reached some kind of peak and now everything is about to crumble. I wonder if humankind has always been apocalyptic.
I don't know. The west has been in the grip of an apocalyptic religion for the past 2000 years- and it's marked even our secular thinking- but I'm not sure about other cultures. Are the Chinese fixated on the end of the world? I don't think they are.
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