Blahh... this is all "crap"!
We are all going around in circles, any solution is worst than the previous one. We do not have reasons to celebrate anything.
Planes of transcendence...? "Crap"!
What planes of transcendence may create a species that seems to have origin in an anomaly generated by the garbage of some other reality that probably is still feeding us with that garbage? Our transcendence is from garbage to garbage!
We should have remained SingleCelled organisms, there, at least, we could dance at the rhythm of the garbage, at least there would remain something like a dance and some HopePotency left to actualize, perhaps some sort of hope of being something else than precarious and obtuse foul smelling animals. I confess to feel some envy of the amoebas…
