I wonder if this is how the world clumsily stumbled itself into the First World War…a series of escalating catastrophic events that could’ve been avoided…I mean, a blind man can see where all this will inevitably lead to…hawks continue to be hawkish, fighting their endless wars for their military-industrial complex masters.
How did we ever let it get so far?
Tolkien always wrote of the Long Defeat, that noble, slow but ultimately inevitable demise of the Elves of Middle-Earth. The seeds planted millennia ago by Feanor that doomed his descendants to fight a war that could not be won…for a prize that could not be attained...
Thus the Elves resigned themselves to slowly fade away into myth and legend, singing their songs of lament, their songs of the sea…
Fiction has a funny habit of mirroring reality. I wonder, should that day come, when we would sing our own songs of lament…of things that should have been…and ask ourselves…did we do all we could?
Maybe I do have something else to say.
Maybe write something that only I can write. If I don't then ChatGPT wins.
