By studying nature we learn
Of a species’ normal concern;
Though unbearably sad,
It’s not ‘cause we’re bad,
But simply that now it’s our turn.
by BenjaminTheDonkey
By studying nature we learn
Of a species’ normal concern;
Though unbearably sad,
It’s not ‘cause we’re bad,
But simply that now it’s our turn.
Rational thought wasn’t wrong—
The reptilian brain was too strong;
We just couldn’t solve
How to better evolve,
And that’s why we’re saying “so long.”
Cars of electric design
Make vehicles seem more benign:
Fuel burns far away,
So people can say,
“We’re sure things will work out just fine.”
Burning carbon, we knew, meant good-bye,
But pleasure can cause folks to lie;
We chose to deny
And turned a blind eye,
So that’s why we’re all going to die.
For ending the sorrows and dread:
Then we’ll all feel alright
And no one will fight
Because everyone’s going to be dead.
What a piece of work is a man!….And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?
—Hamlet (Act II, Scene 2)
Determined, he does what he must,
But some acts are not much discussed:
He makes earth combust,
He cannot adjust,
And then he turns back into dust.
A “crisis” is an event
In which chances for changes present;
But doom’s course, we know,
Was set long ago,
And the outcome is fixed in cement.