Hello Stranger
Feeling empty this morning. What is to be said/written? The coffee is hot and astringent. The traffic outside the front window at Starbucks rushes by upon it’s metaled ways. There’s the look of rain in the gray clouds. Time will tell how much we will receive. Hot, dry weather has persisted. Vegetation is thirsty for moisture over the time that remains before the cold months.
Perhaps the condition of nature, our care for the earth or alternatively capitalism’s repudiation of every care that would attenuate profit, — is what really matters. If we wreck the conditions which are propitious for biological health, then we’ve signed our own death certificate. Collectively we will attend our own funeral.
Who would have thought? A wake for the dying, a sad convocation for grieving our accelerating demise.
And what about the other issues apart from global warming: the war in Ukraine, a totalitarian China aspiring to dominate it’s neighbors, flexing military might to become an empire, the inaccessibility of higher education for the less than affluent in the U.S., social media which has morphed into a dispensary of deceit, etc., etc.. There are many conundrums to add to this list. I think that all, every single manifestation of dysfunction is a demonstration of our abuse of Nature, and abuse of ourselves.
Here is a tune that I like, in spite of the grim meaning of the story line spun by the lyric. Goodby Stranger by Supertramp.
The truth of our condition: we’ve simply run out of running-room. There’s no one else to run to, no time left for moving on. It is delusional to stay within one’s youth. There’s only time left to face our demons, the terrors driving the aspiration to empire, to dominate markets, to burn the earth in the pursuit of profit. Now is the time to look around, to take stock and to pronounce the only word apt for our condition: help.
