It’s so nice to be happy. Don’t you agree? I agree, and I’m just me.
Isn’t life grand? Isn’t life a spectacular smorgasbord of awesomeness? I mean, there are rainbows, sunbeams, friends, puppies, and arts.
It’s almost like life is a banquet. We just have to know that food is what we need.
I mean, there’s work. Don’t we all love work?
And there’s the World. Aren’t we all just grateful that it’s so stable?
And then there are romantic relationships. Aren’t they amazing and fulfilling and dependable?
I mean, just imagine what it would be like if we didn’t have all these things? Wouldn’t life be awful?
Of course, the most dependable and awesome thing is one’s self. One’s best friend. Life is really all about one’s self. One’s soul. One’s own soul. When it comes down to it, nothing else really matters. Not relationships, not puppies, and not the transient physical Earth.
One has to figure out one’s own issues. One has to process one’s issues. And one has to do it alone.
But it’s OK. It’s grand, in fact. Because we’re not alone ever: we have the Great Bond to Reality. We’re never alone, even when we are.
And we have all other life. One of the great crimes is how Humanity believes that only Humanity matters. I mean seriously: spiders even are life, and company for us on Spaceship Earth. Moss. Microbes. We’re never alone with our 80 proof spirit and our videogames. Never.
It’s not even possible to be alone, the way we imagine it. Life is all interconnected, like reality. Even when we have no other human beings around, we have reality. We have microbes. We have life, all on the evolutionary journey toward our precious sentience. And aren’t we a comfort to each other?
And isn’t television awesome?
Not terrible television, but good TV, with merit.
And then there’s the joy in knowing that Humanity is behaving like a gestating global extinction event. Isn’t that nice? Isn’t that vital? Isn’t that… important? It’s nice to be important. It’s nice to be significant, like the meteor that wiped out the dinosaurs.
And children. Who needs children? The meteor didn’t have them. The meteor had the opposite. Although actually, the meteor did, if you think long term..
It wiped out competitors, and over millions of years, it made room for us.
So here’s to being happy. Here’s to the loneliness of a meteor streaking through space and waiting for the day when it can strike a planet and “make room” for the future. There’s nothing like the beauty of being alone.
Well, does the presence of ants mean you aren’t alone?