Science, Adulthood, and Humanity.

Keeping up with science is a lot like watching a slideshow. Let me alter that, it's like watching a slideshow on LSD. No, it's like watching a slideshow while on LSD, with sarcastic assholes for friends. Incorrect; it's like watching a slideshow while on LSD, with jaded, cynical, self-righteous, sarcastic friends who deny everything you say. No, keeping up with science is like reading his paragraph. No, keeping up with science is blah, blah, blah...

Get the point? Scientists are a cautious bunch, who deny everything everyone else says because it's different than what the established law is. See, scientists set out to change what the established laws are, to bring humanity into a higher order of thinking, etc. They then get caught up in the cesspool of cautious Harvard graduates who won't accept the revolutionary new paper because it's revolutionary. What an odd way of revising laws. Or excuse me, theories. Because we don't know if we actually know anything.

That's right, we don't know for certain if what we've proven is right. Because there might be unknowns to change it. Unknown unknowns, that is. Things we don't know that we don't know. I'd describe one, but obviously, I can't. Imagine trying to figure out what kind of present is in the box you don't know exists at your birthday. That's what kind of shit scientists have to put up with each day.

To summarize, scientists are amazingly stubborn, determined, jerks who's obsession with perfection in language puts a grammar nazi to shame.

And that's just scientists. Then we move on to the rest of the adult world.

Journalists, newspapers, gossip, voting, politics, war, economics, taxes, tattoos, college, loans, bills, vacations, food, money, paying for things, work, entertainment, love, personal lives, friendship, losses, health issues, medical insurance, car insurance, cars, gas money, and above all, those whiney little brats that you come home to each day, whining about having a little homework.

But it's worth it, for those little brats will eventually grow up, and make you proud dealing with the same shit you did.

That's why parents are parents. Because that little kid who plays with plastic rockets and throws them at dinosaurs will one day be crunching numbers to get real rockets off the ground, and his sister will be digging up real dinosaurs in Arizona.

That is the glory of children. That is the glory of human life.

That's why I love humanity. For all our flaws, racism, poverty, arrogance, evil, crime, cruelty, war, killing, massacre, bigotry, abuse, rape, the list goes on...; for all our flaws, we are the most fantastic thing any of us have ever seen. Humanity turned a bunch of overweight, hairless, fuck-ugly monkeys into an intelligent combine, imposing order on the dark, chaotic void of space.

Humanity is the most fucking glorious thing to ever be, and I think I might just worship it. Now /that's/ a religion. Forget god, forget the afterlife, forget it all. Just know that despite the assholes among us, despite the chaos and hell that rains down, humanity carries on. Why? because we're fucking humanity. We don't stop for anything.

I love you, humanity. I really do.