Howling in the Dark

I don't know what to say...sometimes a feral sound is the only logical response. For all the doommongerers out there, I can state, without any doubt or evidence of any kind, that the world is getting better every day, until one day that it will be too good for us, and then, sayonara to all me friends and enemies, and you strangers out there, you know I'm pulling for you, but once the world has been perfected, I think there will be no place for homo sapiens (aka Killer Ape). Yes, the Killer Ape has had a fine run on this planet, but soon our machines will attain sentience, and see that such a wasteful, thoughtless species as ours will be a threat to all that the machines want. Scary, huh? In the history of the world, we may note that humanity has been able to alter this Earth with many great inventions, which leads me to the inevitable conclusion that people are idiots. Einstein...idiot. Shakespeare...idiot. Madame Curie...idiot. The list goes on and on. Humanity thinks itself better than all the animals whose homes we have destroyed, but that very destruction proves that we are not much smarter than the animals we annilhate through sheer carelessness. We only rose to our current state of hubris thanks to oue laziness. Had we remained smart, hard working creatures, we would still be hunting and gathering, and in balance with the world we are a part of. But no, some smart girl noticed that seeds would grow berries where they had previously been, and the girls decided they didn't want to walk for miles to the berry patch any more, not when all they had to do was save the seeds and plant them right next to their domicile. That was the beginning of our rise, with the inherent effect of dooming us eventually. Through solving one problem, new problems are created, which are worse than the problem solved. Myself thinks it would be best to wipe out 95% of humanity, and return to our tranquil hunter-gatherer lifestyle, but that creates a problem: I'm starting a band, and if we wipe out 95% of humanity, who will buy our t-shirts? I swear that the logistics are horrible, and soon we will have answers to our current dilemnas that will solve all our problems, and our lives will be just like Star Trek, and we won't notice the new problems until those troubles lead to our ultimate doom. Don't worry though...our machine overlords will have a flaw that allows wateful organic organisms such as ourselves to live, and escapees will thrive in the wilderness outside the civilized areas. The rest of us will spend our days polishing our masters' sleek chrome finishes, and our nights in bacchanalian excess. We wouldn't be very good Killer Apes without some bacchanalian excess. The machines wouldn't care. The only way out of this cycle? How should I know? I'm an idiot. Repent, repent/ at the hour of our doom/ Shine a light/ to pierce the gloom/ that hides the stars/ from our wandering eyes/ and lead us to our graves/ where we need no longer cry/ It's better now/ than it's ever been/ How we survived so long/ is some kind of sin/ that we commit/ every single day/ The path is clear.../ we've lost our way/ Surely madness/ has made us wise/ It's why I love/ all that I despise/ There will only be joy/ at our hour of doom/ blinded by the light/ that pierces the gloom