Note to Reader:
As of now if you are reading this it probably means I have been inspired by something that will play an imperative role to the main purpose of this piece. It is Monday, January 2nd, 2012, 1:20 AM. I still have not started my pre-calculus benchmark and I am catching a flight to Philadelphia tonight. It has come to my understanding that I should be very grateful for the age of humanity I was brought up in. Sometimes, it is difficult for me to think of my life as interactions between humans (a.k.a humanity). I realized at an earlier aged I didn’t ever want to be in the presence of most of my peers. Being a twelve year old saying you do not like people sounds extremely sick in a humane sense. I now understand that Humanity has evolved from what it used to be. At one point I get tired of the microwave society I have fell accustomed to. I used to think that technology was the evil of all evils but it came to my realization that it is not technology itself, but mankind’s manipulation of technology. We live in an age where we are holding our planet hostage, and waging war among each other in every aspect using the Earth’s womb as a battlefield. As a human being, it is my understanding that my life is no different from anyone else’s. We are all apart of a global/cosmic consciousness. But right now we are not willing to channel humanity’s greatness for the greater good of humanity. I do not want to ramble, but I like to think of Earth right now as a radioactive barren wasteland, once home to a great kingdom. In closing it is up to myself, you, as well as the rest of humanity to restore that great kingdom to its once awesome existence.
We had skies that allowed the veins of our bodies to run free, opposed to the sky that suffocates us now like a plastic bag over our heads. Our ground was covered in the nerve endings of Terra Madre and as we marched with our companions she responded in a plentiful abundance of life.
What happened as of now? Why must we live in such an isolated dessert? Was the entire world like this?
Why of course not my young darling. There were cities of Gold, Platinum, and Silver. Mega metropolises that ruled the highest points of the sky acting as receptors to the beams of sun and moonlight. But we must not speak of the past anymore.
But why not Babu? I dream of a time where I could see birds flying, the beast racing along the stone, the days of night, when man became alive. I’d give anything to see the things that you saw, to breathe the air you breathed…
You mustn’t talk about such silly dreams. You will never see nor want to see the things that I witnessed. At the time of my existence, life may have seemed well, but I and everyone around me were only contributing to the downfall of mankind.
But Babu I want to know of the marvelous things man could achieve. It could have only been better back then… Some say that the end of the world is upon us, but I think we are living in the end of the world. Life doesn’t seem natural. I only know of the same blistering sun, and the redundant seas of sand that go on until the edge of the world. What more can be out there? There has to be something more to life.
The current year is 2035 and contrary to beliefs, the beginning of the end of humanity has not come because of nuclear welfare. Humanity has been in an unstable period of changes as if a pandemic of death has spread across the world. But not death in the way that most of us would think of it, but death in progression of human thought.
Oya! Heima, come play some ball with me. We wont have this sun forever.
What may he mean by that? The sun is the object that makes man suffer for human’s mistreatment upon the heavens. At least according to Nabi…
Heima come over and play ball!
You must be patient little boy. I am too old to be playing ball with you. Don’t you have anything better to do in life?
Better? Life? Ball is my life. Now please play.
All right little boy… But we must not be late for supper, shall Mamai notice we will be in trouble. How can he only have ball, as is life? Do we, the misfortunate descendants of human beings have nothing but finite things such as ball to live for?
The new place of Earth is now called Terra Madre by its inhabitants and by the heretics Jangwa. Many have came to believe that the Earth is now a desolate planet nowhere near the possibility of being apart of the galactic consciousness called the milky way. Not many humans no anything of the realm outside of the planet. Life’s everlasting redundancy has taken a toll on humanity. Because of the early humans of the 21st century pursuit in warfare, the infighting was taken to a cosmic level. The sun is always in the sky, and the oceans have turned to sand. And just for the reader of this journal to know, Jangwa is not referring to the physical state of the world…