Whether our cold inaction allows the globe to warm to the point of collapsing human civilization or if nuclear war results in a winter that brings about our end, Robert Frost had it right.

The duality of the human spirit, even at its most destructive, repulsive form is still there. We lash out and then cry when they leave. We are living contradictions searching for meaning in an uncaring universe. We just want to be loved, even when we know that we don’t deserve it.

There’s no higher order or overall narrative to follow. There’s no genius messiah who’s going to save all of us. We just cope.

And let me make it clear that I don’t trust any of you. I can’t afford to put my faith in any of you. If things escalated to the point of murder and revolution, I know I’d go cold on most of you. I’d do it before you shoot red hot lead into my brain. Before you burn my house down. Before you throw Molotov cocktails through my windows.

People have already used life as leverage over me and it’s not happening again.
 

I’m scattered, I’m stardust, I’m reaction, I’m compulsion, I’m fear, I’m dead.

There’s no cohesive message here. Except for the fear. And I’m telling you I’m scared because I hope it makes me angry enough to fight back when y’all turn on me. Better yet maybe I’ll hit first.

The truth is that Fire and Ice both burn. And that’s something nobody ever seems to learn.