Blast away!

Have you ever notices adults around babies? Specially the toddler kinds? The adults look and seem like they have gone bonkers. All those facial contortionists come rushing into the room to please the baby, and some bugger in the room wonders... "What the hell is going on?". Perhaps, even the baby must be under the impression of  being in circus, and hence, finally decides to make some sound, just to put all the eager spectators at ease. Alas, that little sound emanating from the kid's mouth just fuels the madness in the room and now, everyone wants to individually make the baby chirp. How awesome! And just in case the baby pukes, farts, shits or pisses, there will still be a female in the room who says "Aww, how cute!". Of course, the chaps in the room would have reached Mars before anyone noticed.  

Let's go off on a tangent. We humans are more than ready to drive a nail through anyone's skull to prove or even state a point. True, that sounds harsh, but strangely, that's the way it is. In today's time, needless to say, a nail is too small an instrument to voice our opinion. And so, the smart ones among us just strap a bomb to themselves in the name of the message they intend to convey and blow themselves along with a few others and then some. Message conveyed, damage done, case closed. Oh wait, then there is a parent body that comes about, taking responsibility for having conducted the whole tear-inducing drama, which is actually very neat. At least then, you know who to look for, which, in actuality, you don't. Are you kidding? It is a little frivolous to even state that the owning up happens not out of some form of guilt for the doings, but is in fact a taunt to our collective incompetence to counter, let alone save the situation. Yes, by saying that alone, I do belittle a lot many brave sons and daughters of our nations, who are forever ready to take a bullet for our safety. Sadly, there is little we can do to prevent man's actions in a free world. Then again, as precisely pointed out in the book "The lord of the Flies", it's what we do; give man freedom to do anything and he will wage war. 

And given that 47 human lives will be replaced in a matter of, well less than a few minutes, thanks to the rate at which we replicate, you don't exactly feel the remorse for having killed whatever number of people who happened to have the misfortune of being around you when you, well, blew up. If protest is the big motto, might as well push people away, make some space and then demonstrate your act of sacrifice. But no! That's just spectator sport, so let's take some of them along for the ride!

Have you ever seen a crater created by an asteroid? Try standing at the edge of a deep canyon and you shall realize how puny man is. All these inventions, explosions, egos and other rods up our arses, just give them 100 years. A good number of them won't matter any more than a grain of sand on the beach. Well, in 100 years, humanity itself will remain little like what we witness it as today. We are very near a brink called AI, which will make anything we've seen before quite honestly redundant, even ourselves for that matter. If we happen to be smart enough to not pointlessly fight a soon to be insurmountable machine intelligence, and also if the machine lets us live, we will quite inevitably become some synergistic form of life, man and machine as one. After that comes a highly probable invasion from somewhere outside of our planet. And we shall be like "Damn! We weren't the only ones out there! A pale blue dot in free-floating space, that's what we've always been." Just hope that the invasion comes after we bind with the machines, because, we are sitting ducks, unless characters from the Marvel and DC comic book universe plan on bringing themselves to life, of course. 

Right now, the sun is setting here, as in many places. Some blokes are busy caressing their newborns, some are busy in the process of making newborns while a few are plotting to keep a bunch of people from making newborns by simply blasting themselves near this above mentioned unfortunate bunch before they get home to their shot at copulation. As usual, countless will pointlessly shed tears at their loss; pointlessly because we still haven't figured out time travel in 2015. Not to forget the chaps will be relentless at blasting away things to make a point, til the time there is no more a point to make.

At the same time, what we shall also be relentless at is being all sentimental about the blasts by writing anywhere between 20 to 2000 words on them, disfiguring our ever so painstakingly selected photos with hues of the French flag, just to show how much we condemn this barbaric act. That's what we do. We "Condemn" such acts, because obviously, what else can we do? In reality, all this support we go around showing to victims, is just a glimpse into our fears of falling prey to such mindlessness. But nevertheless, we live on, the world, despite not being enough, keeps spinning, and still, no one feels giddy.