Sep 6, 2011
I just realised that
after I finished reading Clarke's Childhood's End last weekend I seem to care much less about the wrong way things go.
Because no matter how much the human societies fucked up over the years, there might come a time when everything that matters is that we didn't manage to kill ourselves.
Not that I'd like everything from our past forgotten, but the thought that not much of what we deal with nowadays will matter in the end, kind of gives me solace.
Wow, I got deep...