Honestly! Doom, where for art though? Sweet Meteor of Global Extinction, why do you forsake us? I don’t care why. The simple fact that someone made and published pictures of a heads-on rat pelt g-string is enough to prove that this world needs to end.
As Thomas Gray penned some 270 years ago, “Where ignorance is bliss, ’tis folly to be wise.” We’re all doomed, either by our own hands or those of others to read the wheel of fate, ever repeating our failures and losses.
We’re All Doomed To Repeat History
You see, George Santayana was overly optimistic when he wrote, “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” He only got it half right. He didn’t understand that, more often than not, those who do remember the past are just as doomed – or more so, because they can see what is happening – as those blissfully ignorant masses who, en mass, are the only ones with the power to effect change.
So I shall follow the true wisdom of King Solomon and too commend joy, for man has no good thing under the sun but to eat and drink and be joyful, for this will go with him in his toil through the days of his life that his God has given him under the sun.
The Universe spirals downward to dissolution while the Reaper sits by, drinking tea sweetened with dead stars.