Human beings are strange creatures; our lives are short
Yet our process of learning is longer than that
So we learn from generation to generation
Today, that is no longer enough
We are too slow for the world’s turning
We think: this is the same as before
We tell ourselves we will slip through unharmed
We believe time will repair it
We hope someone else will sort it out
They do not want to know reality
They behave as they did yesterday
They phrase it as: "sometime in the future"
They say, "This could lead to trouble."
They hope, then they lie
They look for scapegoats
They believe their leaders know what they are doing
They believe politicians can solve it
They accept safety and freedom as a given
They believe there is always an exit
But there is not, and never was
Human beings are strange creatures
short-lived and forgetful of their own past
Now, here
We have already stepped through the gate
of our worst nightmare
The end has already begun
Capitalism has burned itself into our flesh
It is now one with us
Greed is the only unit of measure
It has overwritten self-preservation
It erases most forms of love and empathy
It has rewritten the meaning of freedom
It rewrites us
Greed has become the only true faith
The sole philosophy that holds real power
Greed is the supreme virtue
We have taken almost everything,
and over the diminishing remainder,
something is forming—
something I fear beyond anything
I have known
I suspect
That's what we call "human" today
is just gradually ending
by its own hand
It might diminish, then turn into something new?
We will have no bodies
Everything we know today
will become
like a shard of pottery
left behind from a long-forgotten age.
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