Nature's Call

It was all going perfectly according to plan. The world was at peace, the beings in harmony, one part eating the other, and the other sacrificing itself to sustain the first. Green and brown above, blue and grey below. It worked, it sustained what could have gone on for eons.

Why, then, did nature create man? Suddenly, in what was practically a flash in the billions of years of the DNA code, there was this, thing, that was fast, strong, and hungry beyond fulfillment. Hacking, and burning, and digging and scraping apart all that was there until its subjugation of all around it was complete. Until the very mother that caused him to be wept tears of acid and blew away its tattered covers to sear him with the sun’s rays.

What was this grand scheme that caused nature to make something that would think up a power greater than itself to dominate and torture that which gave birth to him so completely? And when there was no other to be ravished, turn on each other in a noisy bickering that would outlast generations of his own kind?

Come to think of it, why make the parasite, too? When everyone sustains on ability, everyone survives on another, whence comes the conniving to take it all, irritate, kill, pillage, burn, destroy, and not give back? And then again, why any disease? And if disease, why medicine?

Why was nature so eager to fall over itself in making more and more weak, more and more frail, and then let the one disease that walked on its surface get away with cures? What was God’s holy plan there?

Two answers come to mind, and they both have their merits.

One

There is no holy plan. Everyone, Everything is in this, alone.

Two

Nature is the ultimate masochist. And suicidal.

Comments

gamebear said…
Ah, I google 'End of the World' and it redirects me to your page. Fantastic read nonetheless. Shall lurk more often.
p.s: The word verification that you've enabled on your comment box made my day. It made me type 'pooturdy'. Score.
May 21, 2011 at 6:08 PM
Prashant Nagpal said…
Thanks @bigfateater, from another.
I had no clue my blog was so high up on google's Armageddon list!
Do drop by again; I write sporadically and mostly stuff like this. Cheerio!
May 23, 2011 at 1:32 PM
gamebear said…
Well in all honestly, I was on Google's 17th page when I came across this. Yeah. Also my buzzkill award is on its way.

But it's a bummer though, you oughta write more often. It's quite a refreshing change from the sappy shit I stumble upon.
May 23, 2011 at 7:56 PM
Fedupinc said…
That was an interesting rendition of our history; very cynical and pessimistic, but interesting none the less. One thing i was taught, when writing a persuasive stance, avoid leaving only two options. There is an infinity of reasons why we developed the way we did. If you look accross the board, before humans, there are parasitic creatures, and even creatures whose lifestyle is too much for an environment to handle, locusts come to mind. My conclusion is that Nature is not a massochist, and the set of laws that govern life on earth is merely one interpretation of an infinity of probabilities. Furthermore, we have eveolved, or have been given, a conscience, the ability to empathize. If one observes carefully, he/she can see that life is very selfish, very goal oriented, the goal being survival and propogation of the species'. The beautiful thing about humans, is that we have developed the means to give back to our environment in tremendous ways, yes we are the most destructive force on earth, but with the right mindset we can once again become "keepers of the garden"
July 6, 2011 at 5:03 PM
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