Death or Revolution Because There is Nothing Else
Humanity is speeding toward more atrocities and suffering, and we can’t clean the mess we made, but we can live before we die.
The urge to escape the traumatic and unbearable existence and society has become a constant impulse, but the brokenness is everywhere, and there’s nowhere to go. Desperation elicited visions of moving to another planet to start fresh because hopelessness is sinking to new depths. The prospects of a revolution are more conceivable than fleeing to a faraway universe to avoid a demoralized and destructive civilization that will annihilate Earth and worsen humanity’s inhumanity. Yet, the distance seems comparable.
We have been defeated by a genocidal political and economic system that we created because we forgot to imagine another world. It conquered and devastated us, and we’re sitting on death row, waiting to die while watching mass executions. Our pointlessness hardens us, and the torturous destruction of everything makes us numb and lifeless yet reactive to any emotional stimulation because we are desperate to live.
A portion of the public announces its loyalty to the oppressive regime, while an alienated, disengaged mass idly waits for someone to lead the revolt. Although we lost the class war and…
