Time

A Story by abahar

Pondering questions

When. When is the right time. The right time for what, everybody asks. The only reply I can give is, the time to awaken. We are all trapped in an eternal sleep, a cycle never ending, rolling in its own bile. As years pass, our conscious continues to kill this world from the inside out, forcing it into a denial so profound, that we feel ourselves invincible, when the truth is, we are as far from it as we can get. We are trapped on a single world, revolving around a ball of burning gas, necessary for life to exist. We are vulnerable to the slightest attack from any foreign object, be it asteroid, or UFO. If we aren’t inevitably destroyed by one of the trillions of outside factors, we will surely kill ourselves. Our world can only support so much, and how long is it until we exceed that point. It will surely come if we are to permanently stay in such confined barriers as our own atmosphere. We do not have solutions for this problem, and I’m not sure we ever will. I simply pray that one day someone out of all the intellect on this planet will find a way to keep us alive. Of course, that problem won’t arise in my generation, so what am I worrying about. Well, I just don’t want our race to be forgotten, such a vast civilization, living on such an infinitesimally small world. It seems quite meaningless, and if you think about it, it is. One must realize that even if we can change our entire galaxy, space is not finite. Our small conscious civilization, and any others like it will only be able to modify a portion of the universe, so tiny, that it probably won’t matter to the part of space 6 billion light years away. This helps bring up the question of why we are here. If nothing matters in the endless spectrum that is space, then the only reason we are here is for self delectation.