Extinction is Nature’s art. It is the moment when the artist’s hand, hesitantly at first, but then confidently, and with explosive impulse, smudges over their pencil drawing with their bare hand, undoing their work. Enough of this.
It is a moment of freedom, catharsis and release when the artist allows oneself to dive back into the infinite universe of possibilities in order to find purpose, to find inspiration again. Because this drawing was never going anywhere. It wasn’t going where they wanted it to go. Somehow, somewhere, the drawing went wrong: either the colours, the shapes, or even the subject matter. And the more they tried to bring to life, to fix this misshaped person, building, plant or animal, the more they made it worse, the more they over-engineered it. The more the perspective looked unnatural. The more the shading looked overdone. The more the face of the portrait looked overcomplicated, almost schizophrenic, displaying conflicting emotions all in the same expression. The drawing eventually passed the point where it could be fixed. The only solution was to start over from a clear canvas.
But the painting had served its very important purpose. Such paintings are not called failures. They are called “studies”. They are practice pieces, in the same way that humans were a practice piece for Nature. Nature wanted to create something new with a bigger brain, with Intelligence, not realising that intelligence has side effects. That it can be used both for good and for evil.
The time has come for Nature to bring its creation to an end: for all the colours and shapes to merge back into each other, into a new, brown and cloudy, yet fertile, primordial soup that has all the essential ingredients needed for new life. A new creation will arise out of this chaos, just like planets formed out of dust. Just like dinosaurs gave us today’s chickens, a more benign version of the original species. Less destructive, less wasteful, and lower maintenance.
Humanity is Kodak photographic film. It ruled the world for a little while, until the world changed. The world found a way to take its own selfies. Film became obsolete. And the pencil drawing was replaced by oil colours.
As our species decomposes back into the stardust that will give rise to new species, which parts of ourselves do we want to live on?
to be continued…(or not)