Why live if it isn't fun?
No matter what it comes down to, it's all about having fun. Wars and ice ages alike, they are all part of the cycle that enables us to have moments of fun. You work to eat and provide yourself shelter and transportation of some form, be it a bike or a rocket ship. Then you work and work some more for a while, up to the moment where you can afford to take a vacation or buy a car or a new home on top of that hill you used to stare at as a kid. It's great, isn't it? And you wouldn't have all that if it weren't for massive slaughters of many people. It's sad but true. I cry, cry but only for a moment. robot
What can I do to change this, you might think? Well, I'll tell you. Don't vote for George Bush. Anyone, but him, please. Thanks.
Or, you can just ignore it. Don't watch the news, or listen to the public radio. You can grow your own food on your land or in your home. Ignore everyone but the people around you.
Or, just give up the idea of home and live a life where the clock doesn't matter. The open road or unpaved trail or even the undiscovered hot spring is just enough to cure the soul of an adventurer, and it is the adventurer that we all seek to be becuase it is fun. It's all about having fun. That brings me to the real question, why live if it isn't fun? 😕