Is absolute zero cool enough?
United for Communism said:
At the end of the day, I'm down for gradualism if we will eventually reach communism. But I don't want to reach a point of stasis before we achieve communism.
Stasis is death.
Sometimes things move quickly, sometimes they move slowly.
Meanwhile, Justice creeps, evil concentrates, and transformations occur.
The question of cost is of such magnitude as to be a ludicrous consideration. To wit, if we follow this path to optimum, a hundred billion suffer and die needlessly, and we risk Armageddon. But if we follow
that path to optimum, perhaps the final product will look a little different, and
five hundred million people will suffer and die needlessly, despite the lack of warring transition. I refer to the poor of the world, those we
need to die for us, as a blood sacrifice to the injustice we have yet to overcome.
I can't tell you how well or badly it's going to go at any point, but I
do know what direction means so many have to die needlessly without civilization advancing an inch. Complete with wars and everything, too. Until our extinction.
You know, if we do this right, we can be part of a consistent heritage evolving until the end of the Universe, if that ever comes. We can become, as a species, permanent fixtures in the Universe.
If we do it right.
And, yes, this is, in the end, about the species. We
will endure, unless we kill ourselves first. Those are pretty much the choices.
Okay, I suppose some killer plague could wipe us out before we leave the solar system, but you get what I'm after.
We do okay as a species. Sometimes it's ugly, but so far we've gotten by. And it can get better. For you and me, the object is to guard against a surrender to the Absurd. We know how this goes. We know how it ends if it ends badly. If a body catch a body, right?
That is the ultimate necessity in keeping this thing going.
We watched the tragedy unfold; we did as we were told, we bought and sold. It was the greatest show on Earth, but then it was over. We oohed, and ahhed; we drove our racing cars; we ate our last few jars of caviar. And somewhere out there in the stars, a keen-eyed lookout spied a flickering light: Our last hurrah. Our last hurrah. And when they found our shadows grouped 'round the TV sets, they ran down every lead, they repeated every test. They checked out all the data on their lists, and then the alien anthropologists admitted they were still perplexed. But on eliminating every other reason for our sad demise, they logged the only explanation left: "This species has amused itself to death."
(Roger Waters)
We will get there, as long as we choose to. And that is the
real ultimate goal.