Loops

The more I learn about what we are made of (humans), the more ridiculous being human seems to be. I shouldn't limit this to humans. The very essence of matter; this computer, airplanes, that shirt you are wearing, is all the same: Proton's with two up quarks and one down quark. Oh there's more, but for the sake of this argument, quarks will do. 

Quarks. Your shirt. 

I'm sure that it's a nice shirt. The curious detail is that the quarks in your shirt are the same as the quarks in the plastic jug that a woman uses to haul water in any drought-stricken region of Africa, and the same as the quarks in the diamond-encrusted second-hand of the fancy watch that any of the one-percent wears. Your shirt, and you, are composed of the same quarks as the staff of Doctors without Borders, and Beyonce, and as hard as this may be to believe, Donald Trump. 

So what?

Well, this is what: I don't think we are getting it. I think this kind of revelation is inconvenient for many because it means that their oppression is pointless. We all have the same quarks in our beating hearts. Yet, when I consider the daily news and the threads of history, I see the same insanity repeating itself: war, poverty, and struggle. Life shouldn't be this hard. How is it that in 2016 there are still so many without access to excellent education? How is it that anyone is without food? How is it that we have let the population get so out of control when all we have is this one planet? 

This is nuts. This is unsustainable and unnecessary. All of this suffering is unnecessary and that's the part that makes me angry. 

Pointless.

I would like to believe that we could change our paradigm to something more compassionate and sustainable. I would love to believe this, but change of this sort would mean a zeitgeist eagerness toward a completely new framework of what it means to be human on this planet. This would mean, taking our quarks and unsticking from these tiresome, convenient loops that no longer serve us. Frankly, I'm not sure if humans are up to the task though I would love to be proved wrong.