“Less than a month away from the kick-off the IUCN World Conservation Congress in Hawaii, a team of scientists reports that three quarters of the world’s threatened species are imperiled because people are converting their habitat into agricultural lands and over-harvesting their populations.” August 10, 2016. Sean L. Maxwell, Richard A. Fuller, Thomas M. Brooks, James E. M. Watson. Biodiversity: The ravages of guns, nets and bulldozers. Nature, 2016; 536 (7615): 143 DOI: 10.1038/536143a
What do you do when you are stuck solo on a mountainside with no electricity except a little battery juice left over from yesterday’s weak sunlight, and it is the middle of the night and you wake up, and you know there are bears and mountain lions out there in the dark.
Of course internet access is best in the middle of the night. Usually you can watch videos without those big time-gaps during which the trotting horse hangs suspended in air while the little video wheel tries to catch up with the action, and I got somewhat hooked on them last night, beginning with an elegant olympics video and working my way to the little equine puppy below.
But this has got to stop. It just makes me wish, and an odd feeling, in the moon-dark night, that I am not really here, but instead am living somewhere in history when horses were my friends and I was theirs. And because that time is long gone for me — and for everyone else on this earth — and I really am right here on this cold mountain, watching wishes go by and dreams collapse in the irresponsibility of our generations, therefore, it is not useful to spend time living in yesterdays.
Most people I know are still back there, in their heads. Evidently they believe they can save what no longer is by living it, rather than using it as a foundation for something that is actually save-able, and so they don’t want to hear about truth, facts or reality, but only about some fairy tale that has to do with human omnipotence and activist heroics.
So then what else can I do but sit here and watch those same fairy tales play out on UTube? Fiddle with the video while the Earth burns to a homo-toxic crisp? Join the farewell party?
And if the party were about the reality, we might actually be required to take some responsibility for our human survival and a vibrantly healthy Earth. So they don’t. Don’t want to hear about it, I mean. Willful ignorance is a great copout, because when their uninformed opinions turn out badly, then they can blame George.
That was probably my mistake. I did do my homework, and as ignorance fades it is true, unfortunately for me, it is replaced by responsibility to the facts of God and nature.
Facts are not opinions to be believed or not as we choose; they are provably real, by definition – that is what the word means – and that means they can be studied, checked and evaluated for accuracy. They cannot be debated, except by the willfully ignorant; they have been well understood for centuries, and are better understood with every year that passes; and we have had the technologies to deal with our human factual medical, social and political relationship with reality for more than 50 years. Willful ignorance is inexcusable in a world where information, wisdom and knowledge are available at the touch of any finger on any computer. Let’s name it what it is — criminal ignorance. Crimes against humanity, even against Life itself.
So then, what might actually be a useful thing to do? For me, right now. I could always try one more thwack at explaining what I have learned in my long career – but the willfully ignorant will do almost anything to avoid learning that their own knowledge fails the omniscience test, even to compassionately trying to “help” me by teaching me the corposystem line of crap, as though I hadn’t heard it already ad nauseum, and fact- checked that line of crap time and again. They are experts at the compassionate put-down as a way of life; one wonders what they think I have been doing all their lives. Waiting for me I suppose. Anyway, they won’t hear it.
And now I think I’ve wasted about two decades on “survivors’ guilt,” when all the time I could have been enjoying fame, frolic and fairy tales alongside the doomed, instead of trying for compassionate survival of the whole. But I am not the guilty one.
I am not the guilty one. Nor am I the victim. And neither am I God or nature that I could change the laws of God AND nature, which are very simple and straightforward. They do not respond to whatever good thoughts you had in your mind; they have nothing to do with human thoughts or intentions or what you would have done “if you only knew,” but they do respond exquisitely to exactly WHAT YOU DID DO, or didn’t do, and whatever that is, YOU CAN NEVER TAKE IT BACK.
Even to save your own children.
And I’m tired of listening to the homocentric babble of the criminally ignorant.
So why don’t I just quit?
It’s dark out here on the mountainside, and cold, with no utilities, no water, and no supermarket. I am here because the air is clean and makes me feel good in a way that no human medication ever can replicate. Try it for yourself sometime. Try it in the wintertime in Colorado. Because in a very few more decades, human activism will have burned away the very nature that gave birth to humans and we will be lucky if even this cold mountainside remains as a future haven for human kind.
“Our massive tampering with the world’s interdependent web of life — coupled with the environmental damage inflicted by deforestation, species loss, and climate change — could trigger widespread adverse effects, including unpredictable collapses of critical biological systems whose interactions and dynamics we only imperfectly understand.
“Pressures resulting from unrestrained population growth put demands on the natural world that can overwhelm any efforts to achieve a sustainable future. If we are to halt the destruction of our environment, we must accept limits to that growth. Uncertainty over the extent of these effects cannot excuse complacency or delay in facing the threats.” Union of Concerned Scientists
In fact, there isn’t even any uncertainty, and there has not been any uncertainty in your lifetimes
regardless of the corposystem fairytale.
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