Fall

In the brutal age of information we wage a culture war. We are trying desperately to define ourselves. because after thousands of years convincing our race that we were something special, we know now with boundless evidence and certainty that we are not. And it makes us afraid. And that makes us dangerous. We reach out in a mad, blind dash for purpose. We cling to primitive, tribal knowledge. And we regress. And we destroy what we do not want to believe.  We hunt for a savior. We find only an idol: loud, biased, outlandish, perhaps charismatic, but no savior. Only human. He is as broken as his disciples. And we open our throats, and gulp down the madness, until we are drunk. With our pride heavy on our shoulders we sink to the bottom of inundated misery, and we drown there. Forgotten by a hundred million uncaring years, we are turned to limestone, we are turned to oil, and we become the very thing we so insouciantly died for.