Nature is wasteful. It's normal.
Imagine monkeys were in charge of the technology we have slaved over and butchered each other for over the years. Would they do a better job than we have? Of course not. Even our closest relatives in the animal kingdom, the so-called Higher Primates (my arsehole), can't manage the most basic hygiene or cleanliness. Give a monkey a hairbrush, and what happens? It pees on it and sticks it up it's (unclean) arse. Banana skins litter the floors of jungles the world over. Dogs shite wherever they please, and we waste years trying to enforce our pointless rules and train them to clean up after themselves. Why?
Because nature is wasteful.
We waste inordinate amounts of time. We ruminate, quantify, calculate, jargonize, fabricate, theorize and wank our way to oblivion. What's the point? Well, I'm glad you want to know.
Waste, in fact, is the Future.
It's our highest ideal. Our calling, if you will. It is not the things we preserve, but rather the things we carelessly toss aside that define our fetid and purile existence as a species. Every plastic bag, every half-smeared pork-fat lipstick case, every stinking trainer and every snot-filled prophylactic emanates not just human, but animal waste. We gear almost all of our efforts- scientific, literary, spiritual, sexual- towards creating a massive pile of waste. Our children (or should I say your children, since I don't plan to have any) will be forced to root through garbage for their survival. They will feed on mounds of decaying plastic, clawing out each other's eyes and brains to get to the remaining meat left decomposing in shrink-wrappers under stinking heaps of rot. They will defend themselves against giant rats using improvised weapons. They will suffer, and they will die.
Waste is the Future.
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