for those of you living under rocks, or in deep caverns, or on towering mountain-tops, here's the news. the polar bears are going to die out! first, it was the penguins, now the polar bears. seriously, i think the world is reaching its end soon. and i'm thankful our lifetime is coming to an end before that happens, so that we won't witness the appalling and "tragic" fall of a "noble" race, as we humans like to think ourselves.

but how typical of us. to reach the culmination and the pinnacle with great bombast! the clatter of swords and the last stand! the kamikaze as flags fly high! the swan song! might as well take the entire population with us if we're gonna go! we're dying? take them all out then! polar bears, penguins, eagles, elephants, rhinos, tigers, whatever and whoever!

how typical of us selfish beings. we populate the world and encroach into the rightful land of age-old creatures that dominated years ago. then we kill them all off. in turn guaranteeing our own slow and inexorable path to destruction.

it's sad, but it's life. i'm just glad i won't live to see the embarrassing state the world would've sunken into in future. and i'm also glad that some people at least have the sense to try to rescue the situation, but i doubt it'll be of any use. renewable sources of energy, reduced carbon emissions, environmentally-friendly products? too bad, it's too late and too insignificant to help much.

but after all this business of dying and destruction, then what? whatever we do here on earth doesn't really matter does it? i dunno. sheesh, i'm floundering with this idea of the meaning of life and our purpose here again. what ON EARTH are we all supposed to work towards in life?? good grades, a good job, nice family? is that it? no more? what else? so we just come here to earth, get a frickin A in our maths paper, find a $3000 a month job to go to every day, go back to a nice cosy home, then die years later? then what would the purpose of all that hard work be? just to make our stay here enjoyable and fufilling?

i'm confused. but oh well, these are just temporary swattings of summer flies. they'll pass away, and i'll be getting a nice job, start a nice family in future, work hard. be human. then, like any other, i'll be (hopefully) leaving for another world. possibly full of expectations of enlightenment and true wisdom, only to discover i may have been reincarnated into a monkey. then i'll probably get poached by some hunter or have my home cut down to be made into a frickin storybook.