As I scroll through social media, there is a buzz around the virus. That’s natural; in our lifetimes a scenario like this hasn’t been seen, nor were we well prepared for it. The buzz that I see, though, is different than what I expected. Not that I give a ton of thought to how people would react to a pandemic, but it still surprised me. So I did some digging, kept scrolling, and it kept showing up. Revelations, cataclysm, catastrophe. The end times, Ragnarök, whatever these people believed, it’s happening now. I have a theory why that is.
As humans, we are obsessed with one thing. Not hard work, nor success, nor peace, but ourselves. We are incessantly obsessed with ourselves. We think we are the most important things to walk the earth, and, so, something has to stop us. Something has to get in the way of our success and crush us before we go too far. It’s interesting, really, how it’s just an advanced form of self-interest.
We’re so self-interested that we think it has to be our generation that gets killed off. It’s us, we’re the ones. The heroes of a great tragedy. Mind you, I’m not making fun of religion. I’m a spiritual person myself and I often sit outside and meditate on the things humanity has experienced. I’m a history buff, and so I like to think about what people before us thought when things like this occurred. Were they always so self-absorbed? Did we always think we were so important that we are to be stopped?
Interesting side-item. I was watching the second “Spy Kids” movie, and that one line that stands out to everyone took on a new meaning to me. The professor, the one who made all of the creatures in the film — it’s not that great of a movie this synopsis works fine — says, “Do you think God stays in heaven because he, too, lives in fear of what he’s created?” What excellent writing from a kids film, a true diamond in the very rough.
But I thought about it, it meant something more for a moment. What if, and stay with me here, we have a collective guilt? What if we as humans understand how bad we’ve been. We’re like the young boy who stole something on accident from the store and starts to think the cops are after him. Except, we know we stole it. We know we’ve robbed the earth of many of its resources. Robbed countries for their wealth, robbed people for their belongings.
What if we know we’re thieves, so we think we’ve made our bed and are now being forced to sleep in it? This collective guilt resonates in a pandemic, deafening to anyone looking in, but yet not being absorbed by anyone. Just bouncing like we’re all the best acoustic guitar ever made. As the days go by and we spend more time on social media, we buy into the hype. We listen to the call of the void, but why shouldn’t we? We’re that important. Right? We have to be.