Perhaps, my friend, it is true, that humans are a pestilence. Perhaps Earth is the latest in a string of planetary conquests. We have absconded, like so many locusts, from one planet to another. Leaving destruction and pollution in our wake, a consequence of our wanton and profligate consumption. And we repeat that mistake in perpetuity, including today as I write.
Alternatively, we can close our eyes, find peace, and, if lucky, someone with whom the vibrations of Life and Love resonate, have children and cultivate our progeny to bend the world differently.
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This is an excerpt of an erstwhile debate with a friend, a devout nihilist, who eschews commitments given the impending doom of mankind.