For a long while now, my erratic mind have been wondering about useless topics. And sometimes, I’ve had the weirdest ephipanies. Such this one:
It’s selfish and stupid to think there isn’t any other intelligent specie like us in our universe, isn’t it? Forget about life itself. We want to know about intelligent life forms. But we haven’t. And I had this weird thought about intelligence being an evolutionary mistake.
Evolution itself is the ability of a specie, to adapt to the circumstances and keep reproducting.
That is evolution, what keeps organism to perfect theirselves each generation.
But what about intelligent lifeforms? Aren’t they inteligent by their ability to modify their surroundings in order to increase their survival odds? For me, that’s just the opposite of the concept of evolution.
We try to measure the universe by our own scale. So tiny it isn’t even usefull to measure our own history, yet alone to measure universal events, cosmic cycles, galactic distances or any ancient event.
So, we try to imagine about the possibilty of NOT being alone in the vast universe. We keep thinking of intelligence as a blessing. Our very own superpower to travel to just the next celestial body. We keep thinking that this intelligence of ours will perpetuate our specie. When it’s been proven, that our intelligence seems to always lead us to self destruction as a specie.
We fight fo land, when we all have the same amoun of world under our feet.
We fight for believes, afterlife theories and such, and when we die we just disappear as any other living being.
We fight to keep our mindsets intact, when no matter how close we get to truth, we will always have gaps in our knowledge.
Tenacious D and 420
Hoy en la Universidad Iberoamericana fuimos testigos de lo que realmente pasa con la democracia de nuestro país. El candidato presidencial con más “oportunidad” de ganar las elecciones el próximo primero de julio se presentó a dialogar con los alumnos.
En la carrera de comunicación desde hace…
TAKE MY MONEY. ALL OF IT.
I am the watcher on the wall.
Or, well, you know. Something like that.
The beginnings of my Jon Snow costume that’s not really Jon Snow because I’m a tiny, chubby little girl. No doublet yet, obviously, and the shirt thing is just a placeholder for right now until I have time to make another one.
The straps are hand dyed leather, the fur is rabbit because apparently Central Ohio is seriously lacking in dire wolf pelts. Who knew.