universum

Outside, I'd be breakfasting out on 7H porch under the clear sky but that the morning is a bit cool for a Florida native, 58F and visibility all the way to the blue firmament and whatever it's holding back? water and above that the dwelling place of God?

"The Great Offensive" second to last chapter of Ernst Jünger's "The Storm of Steel" - - his WWI diary, the man actually loves it, finds the meaning of his Being in war, killing, the heightened, superheated mania of battle hand to hand. 

Which came first, the ant or the alligator, it has to be the ant, eh?, but we humans are paused in the alligator, at the crocodilian stage of our evolution toward whatever the godly image might be. But not actually the crocodilian, because unlike the alligator we do not kill for food, we kill for excitement, in rage, feverish, the sheer thrill of killing, bloody guts and brains; exercising the arts and sciences of war, which are the farthest developed and most perfected stage of our civilization. At last we can kill all of them as we die from their having killed all of us.

Posturing menacingly, firing missiles into our neighbor's skies for no reason but that we must be the fearsome center of attention. Opening a war unready and, failing, threatens the world and blames fawning generals for his personal incompetence. Moving to tear down structures that provide orderly decisions and peaceful change of power. What's the matter with us? 

Nothing, nothing's the matter with us, this is the way we are - - at this stage of evolution. We think we are finished, but we are far wrong unless we are created in the image of a God of War, which, Book of Joshua, we may well be, and the Lamb of Revelation is no prince of peace either: only in the Gospels will you find Him.

In human destiny: the inevitable next mass extinction event, and what after that? Depends, eh? If the event is a massive meteorite splitting Earth, nothing, and in the vastness of the universe, no record or memory that we ever were, nor indeed any interest except the flash on a distant telescope forty million light years hence. 

Or our self-annihilation by such as global nuclear holocaust followed by Life After People, eons of recovery and some new species holding up Keurig cups inquisitively.

Genesis 6:5-7, we will not be missed.