I think there are three possibilities.  Either we will wipe ourselves out and life will give it another shot.  We will somehow find a way to establish a healthy homeostasis on our planet.  Or we will keep expanding until we destroy everything and have to launch ourselves off the planet – en masse – in all directions like the spore of some cosmic fungus.

I have to say, at the rate and direction we are going, I think the third possibility may be most likely.  Not gonna lie, the third possibility really appeals to the sci fi nerd in me.  Getting into my stasis chamber.  Being loaded onto a cosmic ark.  Oh man, I can feel my braces and pimples tingling just thinking about it.

I mean I don’t want to get all crazy metaphysical, mostly because I haven’t drank nearly enough tonight for all that, but how cool is it to think that our planet is just some sort of space life form, and we’re just little organelles working away to build the spore which will fly into space and seed other planets.

Space fungus, yep, that’s the life for me.