The climate is changing.
We, too, should be changing. Our hearts, our minds. It should all change.
The world tomorrow will not be the same as the world today. Today's world has little similarity with yesterday's.
We can look to the past, and see what has all happened, but to see the future, we need to turn ourselves around.
All we do is watch the past. We know nothing but the past. Since we know the past so intimately, shouldn't we then know the future?
We do know it, though. Its form, its voice. We know it. We should know it.
We know the world is going to be a difficult place to survive as today's events continually pile upon one another to give the future world its shape. We know.
What the hell do we do, then?
We are faced with dire prospects. We are in danger.
Extinction is probably not merely a prospect any longer, but something more definite.
For nearly a century, the human world faced annihilation from nuclear war. We are in the same danger, again, from mismanagement of our world's free resources. We should preparing to fight this danger, but instead, we're averting our attention, casting our gaze toward superfluous possessions and frivolous ideas.
We are ignoring what we should be facing.
To face the danger of climate change, today, however, is a revolutionary act. It would drive proponents directly into ridicule and ostracization. Into legal trouble, and possibly danger from violence.
To propose the change that is needed will force one into great difficulty. However, the coming future, the predictable future, will be much worse.
I was told a story by my brother. He'd mentioned hearing of an old belief of my people's elders.
The world's history can be divided into three ages. The age of the people eaters. The age of the animals. And the coming age: the age of humans.
In many ways did this belief shape my people's relationship with our mother Earth. We understood, at least intuitively, that life on this world was finite, fragile. We people were given great, grave power over this world, and we did not understand it in full. Or even in part.
The animals were to teach us how to use this power. However, we have forgotten many of these lessons. And our relationship with the animals has atrophied. We can no longer learn the same lessons our forebears did, as we cannot understand the animals as we once did. We have become distant, alien from the old world.
The coming age of humans. I cannot see us surviving for long in such a world, unless we take drastic measures. And even then, these measures won't save this current world. We are done, now. We must change, in order to survive the change that is coming right at us.
We, too, should be changing. Our hearts, our minds. It should all change.
The world tomorrow will not be the same as the world today. Today's world has little similarity with yesterday's.
We can look to the past, and see what has all happened, but to see the future, we need to turn ourselves around.
All we do is watch the past. We know nothing but the past. Since we know the past so intimately, shouldn't we then know the future?
We do know it, though. Its form, its voice. We know it. We should know it.
We know the world is going to be a difficult place to survive as today's events continually pile upon one another to give the future world its shape. We know.
What the hell do we do, then?
We are faced with dire prospects. We are in danger.
Extinction is probably not merely a prospect any longer, but something more definite.
For nearly a century, the human world faced annihilation from nuclear war. We are in the same danger, again, from mismanagement of our world's free resources. We should preparing to fight this danger, but instead, we're averting our attention, casting our gaze toward superfluous possessions and frivolous ideas.
We are ignoring what we should be facing.
To face the danger of climate change, today, however, is a revolutionary act. It would drive proponents directly into ridicule and ostracization. Into legal trouble, and possibly danger from violence.
To propose the change that is needed will force one into great difficulty. However, the coming future, the predictable future, will be much worse.
I was told a story by my brother. He'd mentioned hearing of an old belief of my people's elders.
The world's history can be divided into three ages. The age of the people eaters. The age of the animals. And the coming age: the age of humans.
In many ways did this belief shape my people's relationship with our mother Earth. We understood, at least intuitively, that life on this world was finite, fragile. We people were given great, grave power over this world, and we did not understand it in full. Or even in part.
The animals were to teach us how to use this power. However, we have forgotten many of these lessons. And our relationship with the animals has atrophied. We can no longer learn the same lessons our forebears did, as we cannot understand the animals as we once did. We have become distant, alien from the old world.
The coming age of humans. I cannot see us surviving for long in such a world, unless we take drastic measures. And even then, these measures won't save this current world. We are done, now. We must change, in order to survive the change that is coming right at us.
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