I roam the old city, gazing at Gothic gargoyles and touching stonework made by men long since dead, wondering how I ended up in this chunk of time, rather than one in which this land was all just forest or marshland, or one in which we all wait amid the rubble to blast off to some secondary hive of humanity.
Tiger Riding for Beginners 
I found this poem very thought-provoking. The question of how we ended up in this time period instead of another will never be answered, but it does make one wonder how you got stuck living in the 21st Century.
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