By James Wallace Harris, Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Do not read this if you are depressed or are easily depressed. I’m not kidding. I hope I’m proven wrong. I really do.
I write this on the day I turn 63 while thinking about the future. Usually, I’m extremely positive about the future, probably because I love science fiction. However, if I wrote a science fiction novel today I’m afraid it would be a pessimistic apocalyptic novel. Normally I hate being cynical, but I thought for this essay I’d let it all hang out. I’ve spent my whole life assuming we were getting smarter and we’d become a rational species before we made ourselves extinct. I now think I’m wrong. We’re going to cross the finish line before we can get our shit together. Up until a century ago, the world was safe because there wasn’t enough of us, and the Earth’s…
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I hate dealing with distractions, especially ones that I cannot morally get rid of
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accept it as a possibility
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