Well, sort of.
I'm despairing of intelligence in social discourse, press, government, industry, religion, or almost anywhere else. Present company excluded, of course.
So we'll have climate change, everything big or delicate or refined or nonadaptive or beautiful will die off. So nothing's forever. What's special about people? Or trees? Or dodo birds? Or panda bears?
Other eras ended with toxic volcano fumes, or asteroids, or diseasea, or whatever. There are mass extinctions, cool critters become fossils, the little disgusting things like rodents and cockroaches re-evolve into the new dominant species.
What's next - who knows. I think humanity is sowing the seeds of its own destruction and honestly doesnt care.
To be honest, I love nature and the big trees and the cool animals and plants. I find it appalling that people are so narcissistic and/or stupid and/or greedy that they take an "Après moi le déluge" attitude and basically tell future generations, "Après moi, fuck you." Meanwhile, paradoxically thinking that their fecundity leads to pseudoimmortality because a few strands of their DNA might replicate for a few more generations. Don't get me wrong - I would love the idea that a tree that I plant lives 100, 200 years and absorbs CO2 into its woody rings and gives shade to a future generation. I really grieve over the wanton destruction.
But I feel pretty sure, the self-centered assholes will win. Does it matter? Or should we give in to the hedonists and let the future worry about itself?