Miracles

by Arran James

The true miracle: that the entire species isn’t sunk in depression, that in the knowledge that we can destroy ourselves entirely we resist the temptation. But wait, instead we poison the earth, a slow genocide of the species that allows us to watch TV as we are obliterated. Why stop there? This way we can take all life with us. Is that the legacy of any organism conscious of being alive? Hell is other species?

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