My philosophy is unappealing to most people. I oscillate between hope and despair rapidly such that most people can't tell either apart. The best way I can describe it to someone else is to imagine how many people look forward to hopefully going to Heaven when they die but they still live in resistance to death, not ready to go today, but taking comfort by their salvation in the afterlife.

My version of heaven is oblivion, a state of nothingness not just for myself but for all organic life which will be gone from the planet when Earth is destroyed. I'm not saying I want to press the doomsday button that eradicates life as we know it, but I look forward to the future when there will finally be justice.

A lot of misanthropes distinguish themselves from the natural world, blaming humanity for all "evil" and suffering. I don't. We're no different from a replicating virus or a virulent bacterium -- no different from a dog or a tree or a hawk or a squirrel. We impose our will on the world around us and spread suffering so that we can push on another day. Nothing alive is exempt from this.

It isn't largely from guilt that these feelings arise but rather a deep sense of unfairness that permeates our human society and which is obviously not unique to us. You can get a similar sense of how I feel from studying Danse Macabre.

The Danse Macabre consists of the dead, or a personification of death, summoning representatives from all walks of life to dance along to the grave, typically with a pope, emperor, king, child, and labourer. The effect is both frivolous and terrifying, beseeching its audience to react emotionally. It was produced as memento mori, to remind people of the fragility of their lives and the vanity of earthly glory

For me it represents more than that: Justice. Every single person deserves to die and knowing that we all will is deeply soothing. It doesn't matter if life dies out in the next few generations. It doesn't matter if the population dwindles down as fewer and fewer people are able to live in the coming climate crises. It doesn't matter if it's not done till the Sun supernovas and the planet explodes into space dust.

Of course, when just one person dies it doesn't always feel just; truthfully it's not. But one day... All will return to nothing and it will be beautiful and earned.