Beam me up. Now. Please.
I just finished reading a book by war correspondent Chris Hedges called War Is A Force That Gives Us Meaning. It should be required reading for anyone that thinks violence and war are solutions for any problem.
While I do fantasize about being a Zen forest hermit from time to time, I am no misanthropist. I love people. All people.
But if aliens are observing our planet they must think we are nuts. Violent nuts. It must look like Planet War, or Planet Waste. Any species more intelligent than an amoeba would high tail it at the speed of light away from this burning orb. War is Hell, and that is no exaggeration.
The author's eye-witness stories didn't do much for my opinion of our species. It was difficult reading, and it will probably haunt me for the rest of my life. It was shocking to someone who lived such a peaceful existence.
Hedges must have PTSD. I know I do after reading his contribution to the flaming heap of anti-war literature. But I am not holding my breath for an enlightened alien abduction, and I am sure I would get lonely all alone in a hut in the forest (give me a year and come and check on me).
I think that humanity can be that species that attains a non-violent state. How alien would that be on a planet where war is waged continuously? I am sure it can be done.
The author of this book and I agree on how to achieve non-violence, and indeed it seems like the only answer. That answer is love. We need more love than anything else. Never mind more stuff, that is why we have war in the first place. We need more love.
Lots and lots of love. It's free - we should be spreading that stuff around. It is the antidote to hate.
I am sure lots of perfectly nice aliens would feel comfortable beaming down to Planet Love.