Rascals are always sociable, and the chief sign that a man has any nobility in his character is the little pleasure he takes in others company. Arthur Schopenhauer

Fleeting halfway point between two extremes

I wonder if the time we live in is actually a fleeting halfway point between two extremes - one in the past where a “man-made” material was something like carbon steel or wood stain and in which humanity lived with a healthy respect for the natural world, if not at the mercy of it, and the other extreme being a world where a healthy natural birth of any organism is a rarity, where the biosphere is so polluted that cell reproduction at any scale involves copying errors, and where human life is uncertain. I hope I’m wrong, but I simply don’t trust the natural inclination of medical and chemical corporations to cover up harmful effects of their products for the sake of profit.

I tend to feel not like we live literally at the end of the world, but at something that feels a lot like it. I think it’s just a particularly bad time to be alive in some respects. Same as we can look at ancient people and point out that many of them were short and malnourished but natural, after us they’ll be able to point out that we were tall and very nourished, but had hormonal and chemical problems, etc. if this epoch makes it into anything resembling history books at all. It never occurred to the Romans to go dig up Troy. It’s possible it never occurs to the people after us to dig us up. This world and the lives on it may just end up buried with us, and one day the world returns to normalcy while all of this just fades out into unremembered history.