I HAVE NO REASON TO BELIEVE I'LL DIE TOMORROW

so ill admire their feathers

Sunday, March 12, 2006

motivation.

i'm too exhausted to do anything at all. i equate this with boredom, and no hope.

the quickest ticket out of depression is hope.

hope is silly. hunger and satiation: silly.

making babies is tremendously selfish.

perpetuation of life is what our bodies hope for.
meeting the stomach's needs for the next four hour increment of digestion,
new problems will arise: low blood-sugar;
more food will need to be consumed.

making babies, having sex, potentially firing off seed in moments of passion will cloud judgement. mistakes will be made. many life mistakes will be made. presumably, with conciousness, a species suddenly has the power to deny procreation and simply exist on the outskirts of nature. this lifestyle will last. . . .

populations decline if babies aren't made. industrialized societies are dying: less baby making, more hunting for gainful (spiritual, financial)_opportunities become the drive. hooray.


starting and stopping.
1 intelligence.
2 reduced birth rate.
3 the old, smart people die.
4 increased birth rate.
5 intelligence.
6 2 onward.

1 Comments:

At 10:26, Blogger fusselman's rabbit said...

money, love, a job, power, happiness, sex, a new bike; people hope for the stupidest things.

 

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