InfiniteTides

A funeral procession passed my apartment this afternoon, a long train of cars and SUV’s following a husk inside a tube, inside a shell.  I was struck (as I so often am) at the ridiculous waste produced by humans, even in death.  From the raw materials that go into making an alloy casket, to the fuels powering the rolling traffic jam, to the wasted plots of land set aside for the depositing of corpses encased in armor so that even in decay, the dead will give nothing back to the earth they consume, I’m slapped in the face by the absurdity of human mindlessness.   I realize that hypochistians require their corpses to be prepared for the day on which Zombie Jesus returns to raise his zombie army, but so much waste of space and resources seems criminal to me.

When I see such things, I’m confronted with (or rather, I confront myself with) the proposition that I’m surely insane, that I’m the one out of place and time, because I’m certainly in the minority opinion on such things, a minority seemingly exclusive to myself and few others who see the idiocy of humans who mindlessly follow tradition, religion, authority, etc.  How could something as simple and natural as death be turned into something as complicated and unnatural as metal caskets, tombs, and monuments?  It seems that so very many of you has completely given your minds over to whatever shepherds agreeing to lead you that it’s no wonder you’ve all gone so astray, lemmings to the sea, lambs to the slaughter, only it’s intelligence, your independence, your humanity being destroyed by your blind obedience, and we all know those things won’t soon be missed.