I feel as if I'm looking through an alien's eyes, studying people's habits, the items people own, the heated arguments, and for a moment- it all feels foreign to me. I can't help but think; if if life ended and began once more, would life's customs be the same? Would some of the world's excesses, traditions, even religion, change along with the planet, and how so?
If a species of higher intelligence were peering into our lives, what would they think? Would they be confused by some of our behavior, ideals, would they continue floating through space, unnoticed by us, because they've gotten a glimpse at our primitiveness? Perhaps they would return once we've heightened our intelligence...?
And sometimes, I feel all to aware of my own singular existence. For a simple moment, I can grasp the concept that there are billions of people living on a huge floating planet, in the middle of nowhere, a vast nothingness that holds the key to everything--- and suddenly, bickering over mindless subjects seems pointless, fighting over things like religion, homosexuality, and other topics seem unnecessary.
We're a unique species; shouldn't we all attempt to become better than we are now? Or are we merely waiting for evolution to fill the gap?
I think about these types of things an awful lot; it can be depressing. However, I would never wish to be anyone else; I'm glad I have the ability to run questions like that through my mind.
