Sunday, November 11, 2018

Living the end

I will pass before Nature strikes its killing blow on humans. By then, I expect, some will be escaping the planet, to Mars, to the moon, to avoid extinction. Earth won't be human-friendly. Our fault. It's called suicide.

But in the meantime, like someone with a terminal disease, I plan to live my life as fully as possible. I reflect a lot on my life, on the history of my times, on the blessings and joys of my past. Today I am still in my bathrobe, sipping coffee, watching news, feeling good despite everything. I am very aware that I am one of the lucky ones.

So much irony in the world now. I feel for the young people rising to get their voices and wishes heard, none of which matters to Nature. Maybe science will find some way to keep us on the planet. A recent TV series was called The Dome.  A possibility?

How sad. Most of us, surely, feel like we had nothing to do with this but, in fact, we drove the cars, we welcomed the high consumerism and life style at the root of fossil driven energy. Voices have been warning us for decades. But the outcome seems to be built into the theology of capitalism, and our politicians have made alternatives "dirty words" and enemies.

Maybe we'll get it together -- just in time for Nature to lower the boom. Ironic.

Well, I remain in my bathrobe. I remain thankful for my life. I remain guilty, like almost every American. R.I.P.

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