Mankind had it coming from the moment our ancestors evolved from walking on four legs to carving images in caves with their hands or when the first tapestry was draped in the religious ground. And all of them tended to claim one thing – the end; the inevitable termination of the millenniums we spent on this one planet in the vast solar system which undermines how immense and unimaginably enormous the universe truly is and how minuscule we are indeed.
“We can start anew” “Begin again!” is the first supposed solution to dribble out of the mouth of most people who barely paid attention in a single physics class. Begin where? Embark where? Arise, how?
The whole universe has galaxies such as Andromeda and Milky Way scattered across and apparently there are a hundred billion galaxies so we’re pretty small wouldn’t you say? Currently Earth battles with nature’s fury, asteroids eager to plummet into us, resources wasting away, threatening increase in population, not to mention the different countries, people, and worlds that seem to be on the brink of war with each other.
How tempting it is to want to start again elsewhere. To bloom, from the ashes of the danger around us – both in a literal and metaphorical way – maybe to watch a single flower of succour glistening with dew & pink and to mayhap fly away into the closest, furthest planet inhabitable. These planets are either over 10 light years away from us if we do happen to create the required technology and machinations or they have unwanted difficult living circumstances.
In a way it could be our desperate desire to begin once as a last resort before we fade away into an explosive void, displaying that just maybe we are ready to redeem ourselves. To return the dying planet to its former glory by beginning one last time.
To bloom, again.
Mono 