An excerpt from the diary of the last traveler

It took our species over 200000 years to evolve to the point of dogmatic understanding.

Every conflict,either caused by us or that threatened to annihilate us, was conquered, and in retrospect looks like a meaningless trifle that we remember as a part of our history.

It’s funny when you think the beginning of human greatness was caused by the lust for knowledge, when we reached a point in our antiquity where knowledge wasn’t something we relied on for our survival , but when we reached his autonomous stage of self governance where we had the luxury to look up at the sky and contemplate what the shiny dots were littered along a black expanse.
Even the word “History” seems funny to me now, like everything does.

Is there an omnipotent disinterested entity that coined this term? No.
We as a collective species decided that a certain concept be generalized and identified using this series of letters.

Everything - religion,youth,time seems aberrant to me. I’m writing this down because I cannot gather my thoughts, I do not know what this is a consequence of , there's no diagnosis here, there's only me. I'm all there is.I am everything and nothing , I am my own cause and I am my own effect.

I do not recall the events that led up to the destruction and abandonment of my planet.
Perhaps I do and I simply do not wish to recall, or perhaps something or someone has taken pity on me and caused me to forget, I am certain of two things though - something acts as an anodyne of memory to dismiss my mind of horrors I’ve witnessed, the nature of which I do not recall (I do not wish to dwell on this), and that I'm the last human alive, of this I'm certain.

As a scientist I never blindly drew conclusions, but the latter seems to be etched into my very existence, supported by a feeling and emotion I cannot explain, something of otherworldly nature.

I do not know where I am.. well I do, but I don't at the same time, all I know is that I’ve been sailing this endless black ocean in a 6 inch thick metal box it's a paradox I suppose, or not? I do not know about this either.I lost track of time too, I dwell and wonder about the concept of time.I apologize for the lack of my vocabulary - time, time is - funny.

I have become an antediluvian man, I suffer from the thought that the weight of all of humanity's achievements and sciences are to be remembered by me.

Or should I be the definition of it?

Right now at this moment, I am justice , the judge and the jury.
I am cause and effect.

I am everything humanity has ever been and made,and know everything we discovered.

This enigma burns my soul.
I have a large window to look at space in all its awe. The more I look at it the more I'm driven to madness, the singular colour of nothing, or perhaps everything, screams at me as if I'm some sort of trespasser. That i should know better rather than being here. I'm comfortably warm in my quarters. But the icy chill of this black expanse speaks to me.I’m drawn towards it’s terrifying nature.
I’m writing this as I abandon all hope, or perhaps I'm in search of a new one ?
I’m ready to surrender , not to the idea and notion of a god though.
The scores of emotions I’ve been feeling since time, my time has left me baffled and terrified of the nature of our substance.
As I'm writing this I'm ready to relinquish and deliver myself to our mother,all of thought - Entropy.