reminder: we are all just monkeys

{“we are all just monkeys” ~ this is one of my favorite satirical pieces on the quandary of humankind ~ snb}

What we are ~ 


by Ernest Cline

there are billions of galaxies in the observable universe,
and each of them contains hundreds of billions of stars

in one of these galaxies
orbiting one of these stars
lies a little blue planet
and this planet is run by a bunch of monkeys

now these monkeys don’t think of themselves as monkeys
they don’t even think of themselves as animals

in fact, they love to list all the things that they think
separate them from the animals:
opposable thumbs

they use words like Homo Erectus
and Australopithecus

you say Toe-mate-o,
i say Toe-motto
they’re animals all right
they’re monkeys
monkeys with high-speed digital fiber-optic technology
but monkeys nevertheless

i mean, they’re clever
you’ve got to give them that
the pyramids,
phantom jets,
the great wall of china

that’s all pretty impressive ~
for a bunch of monkeys

monkeys whose brains have evolved
to such an unmanageable size
that it’s now pretty much impossible
for them stay happy for any length of time

in fact, they’re the only animals that think
they’re supposed to be happy
all of the other animals
can just be
but it’s not that simple for the monkeys

you see,
the monkeys are cursed with consciousness
and so the monkeys are afraid
so the monkeys worry

the monkeys worry about everything
but mostly about
what all the other monkeys think
because the monkeys desperately want to fit in
with the other monkeys

which is pretty hard to do
because a lot of the monkeys hate each other

this is really what separates them
from the other animals
these monkeys hate

they hate
monkeys that are different
monkeys from different places
monkeys who are a different color

you see, the monkeys feel alone
billion of them

some of the monkeys pay another monkey
to listen to their problems

the monkeys want answers
and the monkeys know
they’re going to die

so the monkeys make up gods
and then they worship them

then the monkeys start to argue
over whose made-up god is better

then the monkeys get really ***** off
and this is usually when the monkeys decide
that it’s a good time to start killing each other

so the monkeys wage war

the monkeys make hydrogen bombs
the monkeys have got their entire planet
wired up to explode

the monkeys just can’t help it

some of the monkeys play to
a sold out crowd of other monkeys

the monkeys make trophies
and then they give them to each other
like it means something

some of the monkeys think they’ve got it all figured out
some of the monkeys read Nietzsche
the monkeys argue about Nietzsche
without giving any consideration to the fact that
Nietzsche was
just another monkey

the monkeys make plans
the monkeys fall in love
the monkeys have sex
and then
they make more monkeys

the monkeys make music
and then the monkeys dance
Dance Monkeys Dance

the monkeys make a hell of a lot of noise

the monkeys have so much potential
if they would only apply themselves

the monkeys shave the hair off of their bodies
in blatant denial of their true monkey nature

the monkeys build giant monkey hives that they call “cities”

the monkeys draw a lot of imaginary lines in the dirt

the monkeys are running out of the oil
which is what fuels their precarious civilization

the monkeys are polluting and raping their planet
like there’s no tomorrow

the monkeys like to pretend that
everything is just fine

some of the monkeys actually believe
that the entire universe
was created for their benefit

as you can see . . .
these are some messed up monkeys

these monkeys are at once
the ugliest and the most beautiful
creatures on the planet

and the monkeys don’t want to be monkeys

they want to be something else

but they’re not


Dance Monkeys Dance Filmstrip – At With optional subtitles in 29 languages.


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