Calamity - A Forethought

What would happen if, for one reason or another, a large spike emerged from the earth's core and pricked a group of people sitting around in West End?

Wait, wait.... don't answer yet. Let me explain something first. The rough terrain that makes up Brisbane's largest portion is subject to many changes on a daily basis. Some of these are climactic and can only be explained by 3 of the top 5 meteorologists in South-East Queensland. Some of these revolve around Graham Fergelkon's 56 States of Consciousness which, if he is to believed, is a theory unto itself. Sometimes it doesn't change at all, which is unexpected and not at all normal. Thus, no change is a change. Catch my drift?

What I'm really getting at here is that no matter how many times you lead a horse to water, it's only ever going to be drinking from the same body of H2O. This is depressing for a horse. Before the days of saddles and leashes, horses were able to do as they please and concentrate their galloping and cantering energies into the spaces and times where they were most needed. If a horse wanted to go to water and decided to keep that particular water in their mouth while they ran to another body of water so that they could drink some of that too and form a cocktail of waters from various bodies of H2O, then fucking hell - why not?

This is all good and fine - but about the plaintiffs? Just because I see negative sides to some things that are accepted as normal in everyday human society, doesn't mean that those who act vigourously to ensure that these 'normal' values permeate throughout the sands of time don't have a point also. Take a horse for example; is it such a bad thing that we refuse cocktails of water to horses? Well, maybe. I don't see any specific reason why we should deny a horse that particular pleasure. But these things have to be seen holistically. Where would the human race be if we had decided that we were never going to oppress animals and all the other natural elements which would disagree with how we run the well. I'm sure if cactii could talk, it would tell me to fuck off. If if had any sense, it would say something which evokes much more sympathy because, really, if a cactus' first words to man where antagonistic profanities, we'd be unlikely to change our mind about treating them like shit. Although, I guess that isn't the best analogy. Of all creatures, cactii are probably the ones which humans have affected the least. They require very little attention to grow and when a human is assigned the job of doing fuck all, generally speaking a human will say 'OK'.

But where does that leave us? Well, one can't say with any degree of certainty that anything exists; for starters. So for me to claim giant generalities as being true is every bit as pompous as it is ignorant. But If I can't have my opinion - well - exactly! Why can't I have it? I mean, the very fact that we don't exist means that my actions don't matter one iota which means that nothing I do can be judged from a moral perspective and I can thus do what I want. If I want to state my opinion like it matters, then that's just as good as you claiming that I don't exist. It doesn't matter anyway, right dickhead?