I wake up, and out the window, everything looks normal. The sun shines, birds chirp, a cheerful dog barks in the distance.
But in the human world, nothing works. All the food is poisoned with microplastics. The way society is organized is maddeningly stupid. People live in little worlds full of hate for what they do not understand. Their hate curses and rots our world. Those of us not blind with hate are powerless — everything hinges upon the most stubborn, most obnoxious, to change their ways. The least likely group of people to awaken to themselves are steering the ship, and it is being steered directly into a field of icebergs and mines.
A bird sings its song, and I wonder why we live in this artificial world when a real one is just outside. Rather than face reality, reality is fought. This is a fight that we can only lose. The only way to win is to recognize that there is no need to fight. But when cowards pose as warriors must make this decision, one wonders: perhaps my next life will be in a better world.
The bar is pretty low.