My hope is that if as a species we can face the fact that we live our lives under an invisible, unconscious, sense of doom that the universe secretly hates us, the psychological truth of which is revealed, also unconsciously, in how quickly we pronounce on the advent of some bad experience, hoping to laugh it away but the confession, "This is just my luck." I was born in other words to have the cosmos fuck me, a new beginning will arise in the consciousness of every man that via the intelligence of which we are in evolutionary possession, a gift of unknown rarity and infinite value that very cosmos we so curse endowed us with, there is no reason, I believe to despair. If we were to ring the equator with solar farms bridging continents and oceans enough continuous energy could be produced, I think with little need of storage, that could provide electrical in mass abundance and at little cost. With enough desalinization of sea water almost as free as the sun shining on your skin, we could have enough water to keep every garden properly wet.
Oh no, nor again. Why does this song plague me?
I think I met the captain himself.