Creation

And on the 8th day of creation, humans took over from God and created capitalism.  And capitalism took over from humans and looked down at them and said: “you are mine now”.  And humans looked at their wallets, and they were full of money.  And they bought everything they could buy, and killed everything in the Garden of Eden, packaged it in plastic and carried it into the supermarket.  And on the 8th day of creation, the supermarket ran out of products.  The Earth was scorched, and the oceans were full of dead fish.  And humans turned to God, but God was nowhere to be found.

(from the upcoming “Little Book of Doom”)

George is an author, researcher, podcast host, chemist, molecular biologist and food scientist. You can follow him on Twitter @99blackbaloons , listen to his Spotify podcast George reads George, sign up for blog alerts below, or enjoy his books

One thought on “Creation

  1. We suffer from the existential horror and dread of insignificance and impermanence and we plunder the planet trying to fill the insatiable void. Mere subsistence has become impossibly unsatisfactory after eating the apple and attempting to say no to death and seeking immortality through fleeting power to control our short pointless existence. Wreaking havoc on each other of our kind and all life and planet in general seeking the answer to the impossible question of what am I. The truth we seek is really simple but unsatisfactory. We are simply the self expression of hydrogen. An incomprehensibly creative urge from our tiny perspective with no meaning or goal in mind. Just matter and energy experiencing itself. We are caught with an intense case of amnesia, which has made us extremely dangerous and literally acting insane. Obsessed with fear of impermanence we are acting out the death of the entire biosphere. We are caught in a self reinforcing feedback loop of death and destruction. Delusional and neurotic. An unconscious failed species slowly committing collective suicide. We have been led down this path by the fear of the least among us acting out a cultural story that says evolution of that creative urge was all about us. We have become the star actors in a selffulfilling prophecy. What a tragic way to go. Billions of years of evolution unraveling by the actions of a neurotic primate stuck in a tragic drama of an identity crisis. Unable to awaken from the cultural fantasy of our predicament. Maximisation of self interest (aka seeking immortality) is a dead end. Cancer kills the host. Love Rick

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