Pain is ultimate; dying is final

The agony that leads to death, in whatever form it takes, is the ultimate reality of life. Everything else that we can sense in this life pales by comparison.

And in view of this, what have we as a human race done? Redeemed the time? Hardly. Just the opposite, in fact. We have raped and destroyed everything we have touched. We have tortured and maimed. We have rendered useless, sucked the lifeblood from, and dismembered and disordered everything living. We are the scourge of existence.

In this light, I celebrate nuclear warfare. It doesn't happen often enough. I shudder to think of all that is living that isn't human that would be destroyed in its wake, but I celebrate the mass death of humanity. If we are exterminated, all the better for whatever life can survive us. We are the cancer of existence. Let the bombs rain down.