Our story of us humans
With the imagination of going very much forward in time, incredibly much in time, I wonder about the story of us human beings. The story which could be told after our existence. We will change and what we will be later will be probably pretty different. After, the beings after us will change again and again but in the very end there will be an end, sooner or later, in the current state of us or in later states of us.
Then a story could be told. This story starts here where we are now: on earth. May be the story will also end here but may be not.
What kind of story will it be? A drama or a tragedy or may be just nonsense? Just thinking of the possibility that our story could be nonsense makes me smile. The irony to the situation of a human thinking and writing about it is just perfect.
I am sure the current era will not even be mentioned and if it would be mentioned, it would be simplified to the first time of us to consume all existing resources of earth and this in a very inefficient way. That this went along with a lot of suffering and unfairness is just a logical side fact. Well, we had to learn it and so this was just the beginning. We are like infants of the future we may have. The start of the computer age or the start of the finding of fundamental basics of our existence, like genetics, properties of the thing we call universe or space travel will be more or less unimportant trivial facts. It would be said than that this would have happened anyway and the era in which it happened is not to be given special credits. Who will care of somebody like Columbus?! This all will have nothing much to do to the final state of our existence or the main part of our existence, time-wise.
Back to my initial thought of our story: I realize that the ending type of our story would also not matter. Everything is limited anyway. What matters is the way we went and how long we could overcome suffering and exist in a somehow good way. Well, the universe does not know what is good or not as these concepts are human concepts. So the good way I mean is more a fitting way to a kind of living being. Our fitting way to our kind.
Then I also wonder if our story will be a happy story. Will be most of our time exist “properly”? Do we exist in the moment “properly”?
All these thoughts relate to human thinking and to a particular scenario. The shortest way of our story would be: started to exists, changed so and so and so and so and stopped to exist. Full stop.
Then there could be a further description of our way of life we had mostly. I am pretty sure that this way of life is completely unknown yet. So much unknown that the weirdest phantasy of the strangest person which may exist now would not have thought about it.
Also may be our story could never be told as there would be simply no one else to get to know it. May be this because there will be no one else anyway or may be the possible “others” will be to far away in time or space (or both).
My part of this all is the awareness raising. I am definitely not in a time where the next step starts and the many people like me should stop and start to actually act after the risen awareness. The overall “better” way is still unknown to us and we are in a process to figure this out (hopefully so and not so that this is a one way street we are on).
Our story so far can be compared to bacteria in a petri dish. We are about to touch the edge and we may die or come over.
It is a great temptation of each of us to be in love of all the trivial facts of our story which took place until now. It is easy for romantic thinking of this or that thing which happened. The fundamental power of a survivor is the ability to think ahead. In the moment I cannot find much evidence generally of us humans that we are able to do this. I am tempted to fall into the thinking patter to judge us: looser or winner on the painful 1st lesson learning road.
No more word to that subject and “no further comment”.