The fact that we have the ability to think and be conscious of our own selves means that life is often hard to bear. Being aware of reality, of the impassive reality of death itself, and the atrophy of natural instincts in favour of logical thought means that the main greatest coping mechanism of the human species rests on imagination. Yes, that’s right, imagination. The power to let the mind wander free in an alternate inner world makes life in reality more bearable. It can also be one of the most pivotal assets to our self-preservation, thus limiting greatly the possibility of mass-suicide.

Why? Well, just imagine living in reality with no escape than pure reality, the cold and unshakable grip of gravity, life and death. Imagine not being able to escape in whatever fantasy that allows the mind to vent its frustrations, fears, or sadness, and only having your physical eyes set on the pure reality around you, always... A human being lacking the power of imagination would most likely grow so very depressed and disheartened that suicide would most probably prevail as the next course of action. It does not matter than one’s imagination is rich or quite simplistic, it is a fact that a person needs the ability to retreat within himself to be able to cope with existence itself.

And now I suppose I can understand why my pieces of Truth would be so hard for anyone to listen to; because they are too raw, too intense when the mask of illusions is removed from them.

Even if I lived a hundred years I would not get to see the end of this century. I could at most see past the 2070s, but then I would most likely soon die, or have become so frail and even senile that I wouldn’t know what is happening anyway. 2083 would make me a hundred years old, imagine that! And if I happened to live on even longer as one of the oldest people on this planet, I could reach the new century at the ripe old age of 117... Ah. Maybe by then they will have uncovered the secret of eternal youth, or perhaps a cure from death, meaning that soon the earth would be so full of people that the ones deemed more dispensable would be destroyed to leave room for an ‘elite’. Or perhaps only the rich would be able to afford that miracle ‘cure’. Or perhaps by then we would be able to freeze our bodies and pick a random date in the future to wake up and live the reminder of our lives.

Or perhaps nothing much will happen. Perhaps we will even regress, seeing as things are going these days.