What hope is left?
I was feeling very down last night. I don’t get that way very often. But everything felt hopeless. I watched the forest in Indonesia burning. Nobody mentioned the creatures being fired in the heat. They were clearing more forest for farming. The slash and burn policy provided fertility for a year or two and then the thin soil is useless. The forest is being systematically destroyed. The creatures incinerated. Behind them the land is barren and the soil is washed away. It is so short term, so stupid.
In one week they produced more carbon dioxide than released by the whole of Germany in a year.
Global warming? Controlling our carbon output? The destruction of the world’s habitats? The cruel slaughter of wild animals?
It all felt totally hopeless.
As a species we are insane.
We give out the gasses that destroy. We burn. We breathe. We fart.
We exhale words that are dangerous. We speak of growth, economic success and wealth when we should be talking about the future.
We exude gasses that destroy: our words and our conflagrations are as rancid as our farts.
The gas we pass through our vocal chords is meaningless.
What hope is left?
What hope have we left?
What purpose
Can we hew
From the rocks of desperation?
No simple direction
Left to us.
No solutions to crack
With our perspiration.
Between the madmen
And the masses,
We live lucky lives
On the periphery,
Releasing our gasses
Obliviously.
Opher 30.10.2015