Occasionally I'm
struck by how tenuous the link is between any given person and me. Thinking
about it, it amazes me how many friends I've lost track of over the
years. I usually make an effort to keep in touch, but before Facebook,
it was all too easy to have phone calls never answered or returned, or
emails
that bounced back or that never received a reply. There
are people I haven't seen or spoken to in years, whom I believed I
would know forever at one time. It's also sad to realize
that in some cases, it's because the person in question has no desire to
keep in touch. Of course, there are also the bad pennies who keep
popping up time and again in one's life, apparently just to aggravate
the shit out of us.
This kind of thing makes me think about something that has run through
my mind my whole life - the last holdout of order and civilization
before oblivion. The place where
the sidewalk peters out and beyond is only uninhabited
lands, or the point where the last light from the last window fades from
view. The image that haunts me the most is from Wells' The Time Machine. The
time traveler is far in the future where only the Morlocks and Eloi now
live, heirs to the human race. He sees evidence
of great and wondrous civilizations around him, proof that man achieved
greatness. Then the implication hit me: who was the last? Who was there when the
lights went out? Who was the last person like us who looked out the
window one fine final day and left the house on
one last errand? In a way, a sudden extinction due to war or some-such
disaster seems less terrifying to me than the prospect of us simply
devolving slowly back into the animal state. At least that way there's
the comfort, such as it is, of knowing we went
out while still having potential.
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