Musings of Man

It's philosophical, really. How we get on with our lives day by day; the only judge we have to fear is the one living within us. Earth-bound from the day we are born until the day we die, and they say that life is a miracle. If that's so, then we are over populating the world with these so called “miracles”. Maybe that word, like love, is being tossed around so carelessly that it will soon be so diluted and will lack a proper definition. Futhermore, how can we be so certain what we feel is love? Isn't love just a form of attraction, a primal urge that make procreation possible? Animals fight to prove they are the most worthy to mate with the female. They give off hormones and sing songs to attract the opposite gender. What makes humans so different, despite the fact that our brains are so much more complex and we have the ability that no other creature on earth has: to make predictions about the far future. With this power, we have been able to survive and adapt, change the environment to how we saw fit. Is our goal as a species to sculpt the natural world into one we feel is best? To live out our lives droning onwards to the buzz of the electrical blood that powers the cities of the world would be a life less than significant. Do we, as humans, really have that little to live for? Animals live to reproduce. Humans live to live. And we have yet to find a greater purpose.