What do you think is beyond that door? This isn’t a rhetorical question.
What’s beyond that door?
I don’t know.
Well, there’s a hallway, some offices, a break room with vending machines for soft drinks and snacks, a parking garage.
Beyond that there’s a city, with streets lined with stores. There are dry cleaners, gas stations, churches and schools.
There are freeways leading to the suburbs where there are homes where people live. And in those hones are kitchens where food is prepared, bedrooms where people sleep and dream, garages where they put their cars.
People typically get up and go to work 5 days a week then spend spend a couple days doing whatever they want. People take vacations, make money, meet partners, have children, get old, get admitted to hospitals, then die.
Every year there are a couple new and exciting electronic gadgets that people get excited about. People pay attention to sports scores and who celebrities are sleeping with. They try to get promotions to get more money to spend on stuff for themselves.
Some of them go to community gatherings, some get obese, a very few commit criminals acts and get incarcerated. There are addicts, social workers, software developers, bus drivers, attorneys and teachers.
Everyone getting up in the morning, taking showers, listening to the radio on the way to work, catching a movie on the weekend or doing some gardening.
That’s the world out there. Not some fucked-up nightmare. So things got a little hotter there for a while that’s to fossil fuels. We’ve had wars, some instances of genocide. A terrorist attack on occasion. But overall, we see problem, we fix them, and we move on.
You’re a nihilist. You’ve given up on the
You said it yourself, “It’s flattering to imagine that you’re so important that somebody struggle over your fate”, but you feel for it too. You let your imagination get the best of you. Imagining a postapocalyptic future is just a way to cope with your sense of being an outsider.
Since you can’t fix the disappointments of your real life, you imagine a future life in which you’ve miraculously survived and are looked to. But this is all there is. All we have are roads, buildings, institutions, commerce, entertainment, governments and jobs. This is the real world. There is no other world.
I’m done here.
I’m not trying to get into a fight. But I think we’ve reached a point when we have to change the fundamental question. Instead of asking what kind of world you live in, it’s time to ask what kind of world you want.
Too late for that.
It’s not, though. It’s entirely up to you. What kind of world can you imagine? A sick world of suffering? Or one of beauty and light?
What’s it going to be?
– Blueprints of the Afterlife
(I told you this book is great ;))