People are like flavors. Flavors of ice cream that are being consumed by fat children, who each are flavors of their own and are likewise being consumed by other fat children, creating an infinite loop of ice cream inhaling, obese-stricken kids. This is the universe as we know it today.
Today I've decided that everything decays over a period of time. This might seem obvious to you, my delicious reader, but I now understand that nothing lasts forever.
On a personal level, my goal in life was always to make a mark on the face of humanity, to be remembered for something that I had done. Alas, we're all subject to death.
Everyone, I mean, in regards to the upcoming 2012. Run straight home, lock your doors, and await the end of time itself. Haven't you watched the movie?
Humanity, regardless of your beliefs in the legitimacy of the aztec calendar-gods, can't outlive Father Time. Once there's nobody to appreciate my future success, then who is going to appreciate my future success? Nobody. And material data-storing would decompose, just like in Discovery Channel's "Life After People", and then we'll be at a loss. Whatever are we going to do?
We could always preserve data in the depths of space, but that's too boring. A flamboyant race of sentient beings as us would surely preserve our legacies through the beauty of emitted light. Light travels infinitely, and, assuming that the universe is infinite and that we don't hit anything, it will ensure the preservation of our essence.
But how do we create such a bright light? The only fuel that could supply such an intense light is the world itself. It's only logical, then, that we should set the world on fire. To preserve ourselves, of course.
