What is happening to my home, the fair Planet Earth? Spare me the
statistics, and the research, show me the truth, speak candidly
and don't deceive me. I can take it.
Are we truly on the eve of destruction? How do we know? What authority
can we trust?
Commonsense, perhaps, though it is not a popular option.
Commonsense is not always guaranteed through the type of understanding
which requires a handbook of obscure instructions and a remote control.
That's not much use if the canal wall has broken and the water can
be heard gushing down the hillside, now is there?
You need to get the children always, and the old folks if there
is time, and run. Don't leave your glasses, your false teeth, your
keys or your medications. Let the animals free and give them a chance.
Run to high ground, leave the books and the computer behind.
Books may be useful to make fires with in the days to come, when
the waters have receded, and they have dried out a little. Laptops
at least would make quite good tiles for the roof.
The Planet may be in melt-down, but this does not displease all
its inhabitants. Oil and gas in particular have got the Arctic floor
already politically and geographically divided. We will loose the
polar bears and all that they depended upon, but we gain cheap fuel.
Does this matter? We now have virtual reality. If we need polar
bears, we will recreate them in a beautiful moving picture. Why
should 99.9% recurring of the vehicle owning population of Planet
Earth care more for polar bears than for the motors of their vehicles.
Well they don't, and more than that, they can't. This is no time
for guilt or blame.
We are all sitting on the same grain of dust we call home. We've
been locked in, seat belts on, the machines are in motion. Because
they are unclean machines, destruction is unavoidable. Help out.
Do a good deed and plant trees for your district and drive to the
venue, using up the carbon credit those trees will give.
But plant them anyway, because equilibrium is a good goal.
Equilibrium is the natural goal of commonsense.
Things got out of kilter, someone forgot to look after the river,
and it died, and the rains did not come. Everyone thought someone
else was doing the job, and anyway, as a cause, the balance of Nature
On the other hand, there was always money to spend on armaments
and so Peace must have been served, somewhere, because the weapons
of war are all about. Peace, apparently. Comforting to the martyrs
and their families, no doubt, that they have in this way served
Rain on the dry earth can be salvation to the seed or it can be
destruction to the topsoil.
Who's winning in this war of balance with Nature? Those who exploit
it to extinction for a nicer lifestyle, or those who exploit it
for reasons of greed and warfare.
Perhaps there's still a chance for well integrated self supporting
systems of life to establish themselves, but better than before.
Mankind living in harmony with the natural systems which exist here
in on a dot in the Universe, thanks to a serendipitous placement
among the stars. Though currently all seems madness, we have no
option but to consider this outcome to be possible.
Yes-ss-s, maybe, could happen, perhaps. As the elders of many tribes
are supposed to have done, we could try to dream it. If others whose
wisdoms we have come to treasure, if not live by, believed that
to dream was worthwhile, maybe we could try it. Lets take that on
trust. If we search for a better way for life, we first must dream
it. Your dreams are your own. Dream a better world.
Anna Pembroke. Gidgegannup. 16.6.2008.