The constant stream of humans!
Four born worldwide each second, two die each second. We add two people per second then–over seven thousand an hour! In only one hundred years the human population has skyrocketed from 1.6 billion to over 6 billion, and it continues to accelerate.
Most everyone wants to have a baby and calls for slowing the birth rate are sure to fail, because the only reason a human is here is to procreate. An increase in food supplies, medical advances that save babies who once would have died, and longer life spans lead to exponential growth.
A chart showing the rising human population over the last few hundred years is virtually identical to that charting the growth of a rogue rat population. For this reason humans are classified, along with vermin and locusts, as a ‘plague species.’ Some life forms reach a balance with their environment. Man devastates his habitat then moves on, in this humans resemble a virus.
Author James Lovelock says the human species is now so numerous ’it constitutes a real threat to this Earth.’
I can see my young replacements in baby carriages on every street, in every mall. There are the babies, then the teens, the twenty-somethings, and so on it goes.
Now to a being who lived an unimaginably longer period than a human, this cycle of birth and death, the streaming arrival and departure of humans, would appear only as a kind of vibration.
Every person wants to ‘make his or her mark.’ They want to feel important. Many believe that ‘God’ has some kind of ‘special plan’ tailored just for them. Experience tells me that the more simple-minded a person is the more they are likely to take birthdays, and all manner of anniversaries, seriously– to arrange elaborate festivities to mark the day they were born. They must feel ‘special.’ They look to newspapers to tell them what ‘famous’ people were born on the same day as themselves.
The absurdity is glaring.
The same ones put faith in horoscopes, despite this quackery being debunked by science long ago (the constellations have changed since it was first drawn up–you are not the ‘sign’ you think you are).
It is no small measure of the boundless egotism of Man than the absurd idea that distant planets and stars ‘line up’ on their birthdays and that it all means something.
As the Sage of Frankfurt tells us:
Astrology furnishes a splendid proof of the contemptible subjectivity of men. It refers the course of celestial bodies to the miserable ego: it establishes a connection between the comets in heaven and squabbles and rascalities on earth.
Copernicus ousted man from the center of the universe, Darwin reduced him to the status of an animal, and Freud put instinct in place of his intellect.
Even a deranged psycho like Hitler asked how any single human could be important in the scope of the Cosmos.
All humans, save for the noble-minded, want money and fame. The first use of these is to assist them in procreation–a way of ‘cheating death.’ But the pursuit of fame also has another goal, that is a vain attempt to step out of the constant swirling circle of life and death.