SS Earth

We must first consider the Earth as a ship floating on the ocean space. It is on a coarse to some unknown destination the wheelhouse is locked. We the crew the tiered, poor, huddled masses shovel the coal into the ever consuming boilers. The once limitless coal bins are beginning to empty. The water tanks are fouling, yet the captain, officers and first class passengers want more speed, more water, more food. Alas, more and more of us fill the holds and shovel the coal and eat the food and poop into the holding tanks ever consuming every thing on board. It reminds me of a John Wayne movie when every thing was burned in the boilers, the furniture, the doors, and ultimately the life boats. There's mutiny, disease, fighting over everything. The fog is rolling in the firers are dying were adrift. We are indeed on a ship of fools. And when the last one of us sips the last of the water, and eats the last crumb of bread and breathes the last breath of clean air he will wonder, did we all have to be so human.