Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Dear Sir or Madam,

We are now circling the drain. Symptoms of our penultimacy are all around us. The explorers rest on their traveled laurels. Discovery is an elitist’s game played by the demonized godplayers. Indefatigable ignorance is inseparable from virtue. Genius withers in the glut of screaming opinions. Originality dies its umpteenth death; its shallow grave is raided by the grandsons of Irony.

Our impending end will most likely come in the greatest of anti-climaxes, which will immediately become the smallest of footnotes as our irrelevant point of view is erased. We are but blind, hairless apes clothed in mock dignity, blessed with the intelligence to abuse and inhibit our preposterous survival instincts and to make ourselves utterly miserable.

However, misery is a choice. As is outrage. Offense. Guilt. Everything we feel. Choice. Do you feel ashamed for the privileges you were born with, even if they are what your ancestors broke themselves for you to have? For your health, while millions rot of diseases, which only try to survive like any organism? For your money, which is only invisible numbers whizzing between computers, representing paper representative of precious metals that never existed in the first place? For your happiness, all but fleeting chemical gifts in a brain that bobs in an entropic sea of neuroses and insecurity?

If the have-nots suffer, and the haves lament the have-nots, then no one is happy. I say, forget the wretched and the unlucky. You only have a handful of decades to pilot a factory of pleasure, pain, and waste before you’re shoved back into the eternity from whence you came. It would be a pitiful thing not to enjoy it.

Forget the environment. The earth hasn’t noticed you anyway. Forget fashion and beauty. Everyone’s too fixated on how ugly they are to care how stupid you look. Forget the poor and the needy. They derive more joy out of simply breaking even than you ever would have gotten with your disposable income.

Will we pay the price for a lifestyle of ecstatic apathy? Absolutely. The grand joke is, however, we would have suffered anyway. Ruin is inevitable. Wouldn’t you rather deserve it? Isn’t there a part of you that wants to be the one that brought the Trumpets of Gabriel? Burn the candle at both ends. Break the candle. Burn more ends. Repeat until all is ends and burning.

You’ll find that you won’t be whimpering when the sky opens up. As I’ve said, change is a fool’s errand. It’s all coming down. So, laugh and revel in the condemnation of Human Ambition. Your wasted life is your absolution.

What should you do now? I don’t care. It doesn’t matter. Just don’t spread the word. If we’re going to ride this wave as long as we can, we can’t all be in the passenger’s seat.

Yours Faithfully, The Gentleman of the Site