My Manifesto: The Incoherent Ramblings of a Madman

I wake sometimes and I wonder when did the world go wrong? The more I think about it - the more I realise it went wrong from the beginning. Throughout recorded history there has been a war between the different species for world domination. It just so happens that homo sapiens sapiens has won the battle, albeit temporarily, for the world. Not content with battle lines drawn between homo sapiens sapiens and other species mankind is turning on itself. The battle between the stronger and weaker factions within the homo sapiens sapiens is still upon us today. We have the eastern countries verses the western countries - rich verses poor - white verses black - asian verses african - european verses american. All of these different factions are fighting for their survival in a world that they know cannot keep expanding. The richer countries are not content with keeping their standards of living the same way that they are now - they want to keep increasing them; this, inturn means that they must take resources from others to accommodate the increases in demands.

The rich get richer - the poor get poorer. The ultimate result ? War - hunger - famine - disease. Cultures will dissapear and become extinct. Chaos ensures. It is natural selection - the question is - how long can we sustain turning all the biomass into humanmass ? How far can we suppress the hoards of poorer countries before our conscious gets the better of us ? Who is willing to take responsibility for their actions ? Who will save us ? Who is willing to make the sacrifices needed ? What is the breaking point of the world ? And when we reach the breaking point and retrospectively look back on our histories, who will be able to hold their heads proudly up high ? Will there be anyone left ?

It is strange the thoughts that go through your head in the middle of the night. I often wake and write out long mathematical formulas with fantastic ways of solving problems only to find by morning that they are jibberish and make no sense. Sometimes I just sit there and stare at the ceiling wondering if the ceiling is as interestingly lost in me as I am in it. It has been a long long time since I've dreamt - I long to dream. I long to dream a thousand dreams. I long to hope again. I long to have something to aim for. I long to have a goal.