MATTER

Ridiculous to me that any of us few animals that have evolved the capacity to identify “self” in this vast expanse of life might assume, or rather attest, that we “matter”. That we might be identifiable and more important or matter more than those that don’t identify physically or ideologically with our specific group.

​We’ve all (each and every one of us) clawed, clutching at life from the ponds that first combined heat, light and oxygen enough to eek out some spark of life, and in a short 200 thousand years we’ve turned that incredible moment into the “us” that so many feel “matter” today.

In that vein, here’s to “us” everyone... the narcissistic, self absorbed, attention seeking, egotistical, media driven mammals that now seek acceptance of our peers over the food that we photograph, oxygen or water.

Sorry folks... we simply don’t matter. Not you, not me, and certainly not whatever race/species/gender is being shouted about on CNN this week. In fact, I’d like to propose that if we (humans) were to step away, or suffer an end event, this planet for which we’ve evolved into a terminal cancer for might again thrive rather than suffer the untimely death that we’ve architected and then labored to make for her.