I'm listening to: The Strokes - Last Night

Apocalypses are so often portrayed with such epic grandiosity, but it'll never get old because the possibility of its conception perpetually gnaws at the human imagination. Perhaps it spawns from some collective guilt as in the Jungian collective consciousness, that we're driven to dwell on the very thing that terrifies us the most: the complete destruction of everything that defines contemporary civilization which we've long assimilated into our characterization of humanity. That which is the basis of such fear may be inaccurate - can humanity in its most essential form evolve simultaneously with its 'phenotypical' developments? Apocalyptic terror may therefore be unfounded.

We might just be feeding the monster that is our awareness of human frailty, to put off upfront acknowledgment which would probably culminate in direct confrontation between that and our great pride; a bloody battle within the coliseum of our psyche. Satiating our thirst for harmony in a partial coming to terms between various warring factions of the mind makes sense, to me at least. By "partial coming to terms" I mean something like Revonsuo's Threat Simulation Theory of dreams, that is, simulating the end of the world so we have somewhat experienced it in a safer kind of proxy where we get the moral of the story without the devastating costs. Also calling to mind the rebirth of hope and faith, its moral lessons are the balancers which pull our thoughts and actions in the right direction. I hope I actually make sense. I'm so sleepy but I had to get something out.

On a separate note, I had a REALLY lovely day. Thanks for sharing it with me =)