Pestilence

It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last ding dong of gloom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice still talking.’Well whether you agree with the great William Faulkner or not that man will not just endure but will prevail, the odds on our survival are shortening. In fact from a purely evolutionary standpoint we are already extinct and are merely living out the margin of error time. Nor is there much solace coming from religion. In the ‘Battle Hymn of the Republic’ we are warned;Mine eyes have seen the coming of the glory of the lord. He’s trampling out the vintage. Where the grapes of wrath are stored.’Well if the pestilence plaguing the human race is indeed the wrath of god all we can ask is why it took so long, because our stewardship of planet earth has been abysmal. The grinding and gnashing of teeth however has barely begun. If you’re a glass half full man I’ll leave the last word to the optimistic Faulkner, who said, ‘if the choice is between grief and death, give me grief.’ Stay safe y’all.