One of my favorite things about college has been indulging in philosophical discourse with interesting, and abstract, minds. A.K.A, the squad making use of those lazy 4 p.m. Sunday Berk, late lunch dates, where none of us are willing to get any work done, and so we waste time procrastinating, contemplating the unknown.

An interesting conversation erupted, based off a conversation held in the film, Kingsman, directed by Mathew Vaughn, between the characters Valentine and Arthur.

“Valentine: When you get a virus, you get a fever. That's the human body raising its core temperature to kill the virus. Planet Earth works the same way: Global warming is the fever, mankind is the virus. We're making our planet sick. A cull is our only hope. If we don't reduce our population ourselves, there's only one of two ways this can go: The host kills the virus, or the virus kills the host.

[Back to Eggsy and Arthur's conversation]

Arthur: The result is the same: The virus dies.

Is mankind the virus?

While most of us can agree that humans have severely damaged the planet, in their pursuit of advancement and expansion, causing global temperatures to rise, and ultimately negatively impacting many of Earth’s native ecosystems, some think differently.

For example, what if the roles were switched? What if Earth is part of some higher, celestial being’s tumor, and we’re components of some medical treatment, that has set out to ensure the degradation of the threat?

Of course this is assuming the universe and all her wonders are nothing but the inside’s of some other organism (yes, we are completely sober; makes more sense than many of our commonly accepted faiths if you really think logically for a moment).

Let’s name our supreme-celestial-lifeform-pal, Jim.

Jim has cancer, or some other deadly disease and we’re his medical treatment, who’s job is to break the tumor down. We go “planet-to-planet” killing each one, effortlessly, as if pre-programmed to. (Note: could the other planets have been killed by previous waves of “human treatment?) I guess we wouldn’t know, but the other planets seem pretty dead so, in this scenario it’s kind of a win for Jim. We kill the planets, which are components of the tumor/threat, and bam, we save Jim. In terms of global warming, Valentine’s words are pretty striking nonetheless; Earth is heating up, and at the end of this fever, either Jim kills us, or we kill Jim.

Either way, as Arthur notes, the “virus” dies. Whether we’re the virus, killing Jim, or his medical treatment working; our fate is the same. It’s fair to say that we’re taking this idea expressed in a movie and stretching it WAY too far, but who’s to say what’s real, plausible, or acceptable. Thoughts are simply thoughts, ideas are simply ideas, and these just happen to be ours.

Our fate may suck, but at least we potentially saved Jim from Cancer…