Captain’s Log

Extinction. The word never really crossed my mind until now. It’s such a spell bounding thought that has put me in a trance ever since the destruction. Everything on that planet is gone; all the animals, plants, and worst of all, us. The reflection of me in the window is a constant reminder of everything that is gone in my world, from the ants to the elephants and anything that was in between. Not only are the physical things extinct, but also the lifestyles and ideas. We will never see a bible again nor a Qur’an and all of it is just a fleeing speck of the universe’s timeline.

The good thing about being up here is at least I know who was right and wrong. It’s pretty easy not to rely on faith when there isn’t a faith to choose from. The astonishing idea of each religion almost shocks me more than the chaotic sight I saw that wretched day. How did we take the most miniscule differences in each idea and blow them way out of proportion? I just look back at the wars in our past and I can see how influential religion was in our society. When I was a “good” Christian, I never thought twice about the idea of God being there for us and how the other religions had it so wrong, but as I look on to nothing, I see no one was right. Everyone was wrong on our Earth about our destruction, and now I wonder what else did we get wrong. The foundation of our morals turned out to be nothing realer than Santa Clause or the tooth fairy. The religious leaders would always say “open your eyes to the truth”, but now I just think we actually closed them to reason. I know nothing could have prevented this catastrophe, but the guarantees we had about our after life is now a bigger mystery than why my Earth was destroyed. There has to be someone in charge, but I am starting to wonder if I even want to meet the son of a bitch who took my family and world from me.

The main reason for religions on the earth was to prevent chaos and give people something to believe in, but why were there so many lies in every truth? Imagine the world if everyone was at peace instead of calling someone with different beliefs a heretic and a liar. What happened to the true beauty of religion? It wasn’t the validity of stories, but rather the love and lessons you learned from the books of wisdom. The comfort I felt when I read the bible was like nothing else, and I miss the feeling dearly, but the reason why I cared so much was because of the values not the miracles. Now every single copy of any religious book is gone and all I have are my thoughts and this log. There are thousands of words to describe the loneliness, but only a few to describe the peace.

Through all of this torture does come a deep sobering feeling of peace that is unthinkable to the practical man. When I look back at all the memories like a time machine that takes me back to a better place, I feel a connection with someone I didn’t feel in a long time, myself. When I feel the emotions that come with each and every thought, I see my humanity again. Love, pain, joy, and sadness keep me alive during an emotionless numbing time. When these emotions start to leave, I will know my soul has lost the fight to survive. Even though all things I know of are extinct, they are still alive and well in my mind.

-Freeman Out