The Holy Rectangle

Neck craned,

Strained upper spine,

Eyes deprived of their shine.

Between curled thumbs,

And four crossed fingers,

Resides chaos's origin.

I always expected that the first black hole I ever met in my life to be circular in nature.

Like a vortex which spirals, sucking information and light out of our very reality,

Leaving an increasing amount of residual empty nothingness,

Or like a tornado in the sky, which destroys through it's pushes and pulls.

It's simply an inert black rectangle, that shows infinite possibilities,

Alas, we are not equipped to deal with these.

We think faster than our body can handle.

Like a toddler trying to run faster than his body allows and ends up stumbling over his own feet.

Faster, always faster. But is it better ? Faster until where ?

What about the reality we lived in ? At what point did its complexity cease being beautiful to our eyes ?

At what point did we stop and think : "let's make it easier", without realizing that it was already more complicated than it should be ?

When was the moment where we couldn't handle it anymore ?

We, of the western civilization, never had a chance to adapt because, for the past few millennia, we have been adapting the environment to our needs - needs which we don't yet fully understand - instead of trying to adapt our needs to the environment.

This was our gravest mistake.

This is why it is the end of the line for us.

Many people enjoy saying "we're too smart and we fucked evolution", how pretentious. We thought we were too smart, and this is how we ended up fucking ourselves. Evolution has already set a time-bomb on our species, we're just too idiotic to prevent it from detonating, let alone come to the realization that it exists.