Something that has been giving me angst for many years is how the whole of existence is defined by violence. I don't even mean only human existence. I mean the fabric of reality as we know it.

Everything is constantly crashing into each itself, ripping apart, exploding, freezing, decaying, falling into chaos. The whole of our universe seems to have been started from an unfathomably violent event. This violence permeates from the smallest scales to the absolute biggest. All the words you can use to describe creating and the progression of events in our reality have violent connotations.

Sure there is beauty and creation in small pockets. The warmth of the sun, blooming flowers, a nice breeze on a clear day. But the engine for that is just more violence. The sun is a blazing ball of constantly exploding fire that sends deadly rays our way smashing its particles against the earth. It's just luck that we are in a small window of distance that these particles don't blow away everything on the earth. The soil the flower grows in is literally made from parts of dead organic mass that has been eaten and shat out by millions of organisms. There are asteroids, quasars and black holes lurking in void.

Even our own bodies that we cherish are a war zone where there are bloody battles fought every single moment of the day. We are the most hyper violent beings in every dimension and measure. There is nothing horrible under the sun that one person can do to another living thing that hasn't been done or isn't being done by humans. We've perfected it.

Nature is red in tooth and claw indeed. Everything kills, destroys and consumes everything else it can. I wonder how long it was after the first one-celled organism evolved and munched unsuspectingly on unliving matter when it figured out it could cannibalise it's own kin.

There's this great theme in the Martian Time-Slip by Philip K. Dick. An autistic boy who has some kind of supernatural ability to see the future because of his autism sees in the present how everything ends up as a decaying pile of garbage. Because of that he lives in a constant state of dread and his only form of communication is repeating the word "gubbish". All the while everyone around him is scheming for their own personal gain. They don't understand that it will end up as a pile of shit anyway. Entropy is violence.

And so it is and has been for eons and eons. It's like we can't escape this cosmic horror. I hope there is a next level of development that we could reach. We need somekind of wonder drug to bring up the IQ of genpop by atleast 20 points. Otherwise I'm rooting for the second coming of Jesus.