A Rave's Meaning for Humanity

Okay, admittedly I'm fifteen years late here. I wasn't even really aware that raves existed anymore outside of Europe (grant it, I'm not very cultured).

I found myself at one last night though. I managed to skip out on all the hardcore drugs that were obviously being passed around, as I think that time in my life has lost any temptation it once had over me. So I was able to look at the nonsense taking place in front of me with a somewhat sober eye.

What I saw wasn't pretty.

I remember thinking, as I watched bodies pulsate on the floor, people pop x, and a DJ continually scream 'fuck yes', that the human race has created nuclear power, put satellites around the world, found a semi-cure for AIDS, and a number of other wondrous creations. Yet, here we are, a highly evolved species (comparably speaking, of course), allowing strange men to finger fuck us on a dance floor. Here we are, shaking our heads to nearly unrecognizable beats, screaming our lurid curse words, banging into anyone next to us, and for what? To have a good time?

If I ever begin to think that there is much of a separation from humans and animals, I only need to visit a rave to remind me that we are inherently linked in some primal way. We have a need to reproduce, to act out violently, and something the majority of animals don't possess--a need to go against logic and generally endanger ourselves.

Sure, I can hear people calling me pretentious, saying judge not, lest ye be judged. And that's fine, I'll wear that. It still doesn't go against the argument that on the weekends, the human race endears itself closer to the animal race, and for hours on end subject our bodies and minds to near depravity.

Yet then we get angry at Wall Street when those fucks do the same thing?

If there is any clue about the human race to be found at a rave, it is simply that we are constantly sowing the seeds of our own destruction.