Hopeless

The apocalypse next will be of evolution of a great mass of human beings into a higher level of consciousness. And that will destroy the society as we see it now.

Society will disintegrate and individual will prevail.
Yet will the sense of emptiness and vacuum disappear? I guess not. They shall be our constant companions - in the midst of a crazy mob or in solitude.

Oog

Oog swung the stone club above his head in a neat arc. He liked the feel of it. The thought that he could clonk dangerous and edible beasts with it brought him great comfort. A splosh of glimmery wet smug fog enveloped him as he studied the smoothness of the heavy oblong of rock that he had lovingly crafted.

Oog was a handsome man. His chest, arms and back were covered with thick, black hair. Out from beneath bushy eyebrows peeped glazed eyes. Oog was a thinking man and that was what made his eyes glazed. He thought. He pondered. He meditated. At times his cogitation was so intense that he even forgot what he was thinking about. Oog was absent minded. Just as all great men are, as we know.

A spark of the forest fire that Oog had kept safe inside a hollow mud ball shone like a red flower. Red Flower – a series of strange syllables echoed against the spacious inner walls of Oog’s egg-shaped head – 'Rudyard Kipling'. He did not understand the meaning of the words that he thought. But then Oog did not understand many things that he thought about.