Slaughterhouse-Five: Cancer (10)

"The Earthling figure who is most engaging to the Tralfamadorian mind, he says, is Charles Darwin-who taught that those who die are meant to die, that corpses are
improvements." (Vonnegut 74)

Disregarding what the Tralfamadorians represent, disregarding if they are real or not, they are very similar to what my ideal person would be like in his or her mind. They are smart, intolerant to ignorance and objective. They don't get caught up in something as unimportant as somebody else's death, and don't consider Jesus a miracle-man but a man with beliefs (and worship Darwin's theory instead ♥).

I can't get my head around what went wrong, but I can tell you that us humans have over-stayed our welcome. Maybe we're just too smart for our own good, but certainly we don't belong here and don't deserve to as much as we do for our own use if we refuse to grow up on the inside.

The world is dying of cancer. It' balding, it's surface is turning gray and ashy, it is chapped and dry and slowly but steadily collapsing on the inside: all because of us. People who have cancer get it from living in a cancer-infested world: it's no surprise. It's good that we die and we kill each other, nothing will get rid of us as fast as ourselves. It sounds macabre but maybe it's only because we think we're important and we make a difference and we can change everything, but it's not true. Blinded by all this it is easy to understand why some people hang on to life so dearly.

I bawled like a child for an hour and a half straight this summer while I watched My Sister's Keeper. The whole movie is based on a girl who is dying of cancer and the struggles that arise from that: everyone around Kate tells her to hang on and live, but all she wants is to get it over with and die. She was dead all along, a walking corpse, bald and cold, not able to eat like everybody else, and unable to do something as generic as going to the beach. I feel like she was being tortured by being kept alive, that shows how ridiculous people can be, so self-important.

If only we had Tralfamadrian intellect we would realize the only way to fix it all is by not being so selfish and annihilating the human race one way or another. And then cremate the bodies with flamethrowers.
So it goes.