So, watch this video linked above.
I could’ve cried. Bleak and appalling truths, transmitted in black lines. No hope, because this is a depiction of our reality.
It’s okay for people like me, living in the country of a relatively untouched beauty area (and here relatively refers to the fact that I know how much has changed here over the past 25 years, but compared to what other people have experienced, I realise that is nothing) but I can sense the encroaching dark nightmare which permeates my consciousness. I can feel the industrialists and developers approaching.
There’s no point in saying ‘Stop it now!’ because it’s not us doing it. Sure, we’re culpable – we buy the plastic throwaway goods, and the suede boots. We eat over-farmed meat of dubious origin, and think to ourselves that if we read the ingredients then at least we’re ‘informed’. We drive the cars, consume the fuel and the electronic white goods, and complain about how expensive things are getting.
But it isn’t just our faults. We are no more functional than sheep: slaves to a system which keeps us alive, feeds our dreams, and kills us in the end.
Nobody with any power will watch this ‘cartoon’. They won’t have the time. Too busy making money (and time is money) and anyway, the demise of the earth isn’t a worry of theirs because they will surely be dead by the time that happens. Dead, and buried, or cremated. Gold coffins, anyone? Or how about ecologically-sound cardboard/balsa wood boxes?
There is hope, but not as we know it
Something gives me hope, however, although I sure won’t see it in my lifetime (and no, it isn’t aliens, although I appreciate the wishful thinking of the sharp-thinking Steve Cutts). This unprepossessing website, made by Elena Filatova, a motorcycle-riding photographer who was one of thousands of people evacuated from Chernobyl when the disaster took place. Check it out. Trees still growing, animals still living and not in the horrific, disfiguring, radioactive way you might think. Nature has reclaimed the land.
The earth will recover. Even yet. Because when we’re all gone; when we’ve eaten and broken up everything that we can; when we’ve filled the oceans with enough poisons and enough waste (and see this post on ActivistPost.com on what’s apparently happening around the Fukushima disaster) and when we’ve died out through starvation and a sheer lack of evolutionary capability to survive the hell we’ve created, the earth will still be here.
It may take her thousands of years to recover without us, but she will. The current remaining forests will petrify into coal again; animals will evolve further and multiply; trees and flora will flourish again, in rainforests and jungles and woods, and the universe will be a better place.
Or we could stop it now, and enjoy the future instead. Not that we have a choice, really, but it’s nice to think we do.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
W.B. Yeats ‘The Second Coming’ – first verse only