I think it’s a given that there’s not much on TV these days. I’m tired of panel shows, fed up of re-runs, I’m even bored with ‘Friends’ which is really saying something. Then came Eden, a channel with digital dinosaurs, volcanic adventures and insect sex, to name but a few subjects it covers. No more purple-headed warrior mumbo jumbo, gimme nature in it’s raw state and I’m nurtured.
One thing scared me though…
Humans. Of all the species on the entire planet, we’re the most successful. This is old news! Of course it is, but the extent of it is fairly alarming. The human population of this planet increases by two million people every ten days. Given that Bono is still clapping and people are dying every second in third world countries, it’s still nowhere near enough to tip the scales. We as modern people are shocked by death and will do anything to prevent it, but in order for life to thrive there must be death, but there is not enough of it and so we expand as a species like bacteria. That’s how they put it. Humans in their success as a species are exactly like bacteria. That’s creepy. I walk down Grafton street and that’s all I see. Germs in funky tights.
It’s enough to turn a person into a psychopathic maniac if you think about it. Maybe you don’t think about it, but I do. Mowing several million people at a go into oblivion with an atomic bomb… it’s still nowhere near making a dent in the obliteration of the human species. Not that I’d want that of course!!! But, it would be nice to give those rare animal species a chance to catch up instead of murdering them for their hides on our stupid over-populated cat-walks. PETA mumbo jumbo maybe… I just feel unwanted all of a sudden.
Think of it like this:
The growth of bacteria in an organism can be simplified to a model composed of 4 stages:
-Lag; Slow growth as the bacteria gets used to its surroundings and knocks down its competition.
-Log; Exponential growth, fast.
-Stationary; Overcrowding and lack of resources (because they’ve been burned up) where death rates equal birth rates… then…
If humans are like bacteria, where exactly are we on the curve?
What’s the point in my existence? To have children, so that they can have great-great-grand children who eventually fall foul to an ice-age? Arrgh. I feel like I’m up in an aeroplane looking down on billions of tiny people milling around like mad eejits and I’m still. Silent. Wondering.
Then I find a blog like Amy’s.
Once upon a time there was a snail and a beach. The snail was named Gary. The beach was so much fun. Gary played and played until he got tired. So he decided to rest in the sea. But he almost got washed away until he learnt to swim then he was safe after that.
There were some fish on the beach and Gary felt hungry. He also rolled in the sand and he loved everything. The sun was lovely and warm.
Amy is an autistic kid who writes stories that take me away. She might not post stories all that often but when she does, they mean more to me than the whole entire content of the Irish Times. Amy keeps me sane. Call it escapism, call it naivety, I don’t care.
She to me seems real. Truly real. Reality is hard to find these days… if Amy is not bacteria and my kids and my lover and you, the reader… if we are not bacteria then who is? Who am I to judge?!?
Another sleepless night for me.
This thinking lark is over-rated.