Partially undermining the manufacturer's ability to assert that its work constituted a meaningful contribution to mankind was the frivolous way in which it went about marketing its products. Grief was the only rational response to the news that an employee had spent three months devising a supermarket promotion based on an offer of free stickers of cartoon characters called the Fimbles. Why had the grown-ups so churlishly abdicated their responsibilities? Were there not more important ambitions to be met before Death showed himself on the horizon in his hooded black cloak, his scythe slung over his shoulder?
If/when I die, do not want Pam lonely. Want her to remarry, have full life. As long as new husband is nice guy. Gentle guy. Religious guy. Very caring good to kids. But kids not fooled. Kids prefer dead dad (i.e., me) to religious guy. Pale, boring, religious guy, with no oomph, who wears weird sweaters and is always a little sad, due to, cannot get boner, due to physical ailment. Ha ha. Death very much on my mind tonight, future reader. Can it be true? That I will die? That Pam, kids will die? Is awful. Why were we put here, so inclined to love, when end of our story = death? That harsh. That cruel. Do not like. Note to self: try harder, in all things, to be better person.
Just because we believe it has always been done, doesn't mean we should continue to do it. Change is necessary for betterment. If something having been the case in history should be a case for it to continue, then let rape continue, let murder continue. There was a time when we were torturous, terrible monsters to our own, a time when we treated other human beings with the darkest of disgrace. In this present day it's difficult to comprehend that we were ever so cruel. Likewise, there will be a time in the future when we reflect on having been so cruel to other creatures. For the time being we are lost somewhere, defying the truth that deep down we know. We hide, we turn a blind eye, we conceal and contain the horror, we try to justify the crimes that we commit upon beautiful, gentle and innocent creatures. Consciousness IS developing, narrow minds ARE opening, conscience IS growing, compassion IS expanding, Man IS evolving and there IS hope and drive to vanish the shame that is the slaughterhouse.
I do not think it irresponsible to portray even the direst futures if we are to avoid them we must understand that they are possible. But where are the alternatives Where are the dreams that motivate and inspire We long for realistic maps of a world we can be proud to give to our children. Where are the cartographers of human purpose Where are the visions of hopeful futures of technology as a tool for human betterment and not a gun on hair trigger pointed at our heads