Our Total Insignificance

It has occurred to me a bit ago, that we are totally, completely and pointlessly insignificant. And there are others that have said things on this topic in their novels, and you can see those novels if you are sick of listening to me rant on philosophically depressing topics. Those novels, right off the topic of my head, are Pandemonium by Lauren Oliver and The Fault in Our Stars by John Green(I highly recommend the Green and any other novels written or co-written by him because he is amazing). 

On average, 115,338 people die per day worldwide. And your life does not change in the slightest. You get up and you attend your work and school and don't give a second thought that 2 people just died in the second it took you to take the step out your front door. People are dying as I write this rant about people dying. And nothing changes. You still get up and go, the cars still run, candles still burn and people still walk and talk and drink and laugh. But more importantly, the sun still rises and sets and flowers still grow and die, the moon still reflects the light of the sun, and the earth still spins. 

The earth does not care that we are here. Neither does the sun. The moon orbits the earth, not us. We do not make the animals breed, instinct does. We did not develop that instinct. We do not water flowers, the rain does. We did not make the rain. We do not make the sun burn, it's own gases do. We did not develop those gases. We are pointless observers to the cycle of life. Watchers. And before the human race was put here, via God, or gods, or microscopic bacteria evolution, the earth still spun, and the sun still shone, and the plants still grew and died. We do not matter. 

What do you all think will happen once we are gone? Once the entire human race has been eradicated? Nothing will happen, I am sad to inform you. Plants will still die, the sun might still be shining, depending on when exactly in time we are eradicated, it might be burnt out by then, but you get the point. Planets are still going to be being made and being destroyed  and the cosmos are probably going to laugh at our rotting corpses because once upon a time so many of us thought we were so important. 

There's gonna be a time after the human race. Eventually, there's going to be a time after animals and weird mutants and stuff, too. There will be a time when all that remains is the earth or the planets or the sun, there will be a time when there is only the universe. There will be a time that no one will remember us or what we did. There will be a time where all of our structures and manuscripts are destroyed, and there will be no evidence, not a piece or a single, fading whisper, that humanity ever inhabited this planet.

In the longest run, looking at the biggest picture, nothing matters. Nothing helps. Nothing will stave off the destruction of humanity. Nothing will remedy our insignificance.