Humanity

by Entipy of Nothing

This is basically a definition of humanity we had to do that for English, though I obviously didn't submit this one that was largely influenced by Star Trek. Could be from Q's p.o.v. if you like.

Destruction.

That is the sum of all that humanity has done since its evolution from a small pond of goo into a form with a barely recognizable brain. It's true. Humans may have built pyramids, cities, civilizations, and then of course they go and mess it all up again like a pathetic little sand castle. Every time a rainstorm comes, it's all they can do to keep their own government from splashing onto the pavement. Back to square one: a puddle. Except by this time, of course, the earth is completely polluted beyond hope of repair and even the puddle will have a skin of evil, I mean oil, floating on top.

At least the oil is colorful.

Most are the world's problems—and believe me, there are a lot—are not so nice to look at. And what are humans doing about all this?

Let me answer: They are donating. They are giving money.

Now tell me. How exactly is a piece of paper, even if it is signed by the national treasurer, going to help anyone? Oh, it might buy a little homeless kid a sandwich. But what's he going to do the next day when he's eaten the sandwich? And a million dollars is not going to do anything about the oil floating in that puddle.

And if you clean up the world, you can bet it's going to be chaos again by the next day. So why even bother?

Let me answer: Because you're human.

Humans have a tendency to do exactly those tasks that are the most pointless. And they always start after the dinner guests arrive. It's too late. The earth is already dead. It's only a matter of time until humans give up.

To end the problem, it would have never to have started. Consider the source.