This is a comment to an article in the Guardian, this comment inspired me to set up this page. Apologies to the writer for just lifting it, but I dont know who he/she is or how to credit them - their avatar name is darkflowering (very apt). I have concluded there is no solution. And I have been heartbroken by the fact that time and time again choices have been made that do nothing to save our natural world and everything to further our destruction of what sustains us. I have been watching this catastrophe unfold since the sixties when Rachel Carson wrote The Silent Spring. In 1962 she wrote: We stand now where two roads diverge. But unlike the roads in Robert Frosts familiar poem, they are not equally fair. The road we have long been traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we progress with great speed, but at its end lies disaster. The other fork of the road — the one less travelled by — offers our last, our only chance to reach a destination that assures the preservation of the earth. I first lived in hope, then anger, then fear, now deep sadness as I have witnessed the road we have collectively walked down. I have concluded this is who and what we humans are, creatures who choose power of vulnerable co-operation, possession over mutuality. And those of us who have taken another road are now living in tiny pockets - with a lot of sadness about what is happening but a sense now of the awful inevitability. We live on a market garden run entirely without pesticides with a variety of plants for insects and birds and wild life areas. In our tiny pocket we have an abundance of butterflies, insects, birds. Our bees are strong and healthy. We have birdsong and beauty. But each year the wildlife is less. We used to have ladybirds, earwigs, butterflies, moths, insects in profusion. Now we still seem to have so many more than anywhere else but we know they are going. (Also interestingly all around us are flodded fields and our land is not flooded at all. The water is draining naturally through soil that is alive. But such a pocket cannot exist in isolation. We know even if so few others know, that the destruction of the natural world is well on its way, the mass extinction has begun. Nothing can stop it now. The gene pool for the large mammals is too depleted to ever recover. We are witnessing the end of the great vast wonderful mammalian adventure where the warmth was inside us, where our young were born so vulnerable we had to take care of the, and so love evolved. And that is my only hope left - that somehow there is meaning in this great death we are witnessing - the creation of a love that in some mysterious way the cosmos needs to fulfil itself. I have never written such a long post but for me this is the deepest issue confronting us today. A great and terrible death is unfolding all around us. There has to be a deeper meaning to it. It is natural because our humanity is so constructed as to make these kinds of choices. It has been our great power and led to all we see. But every empire has within the seeds of its own destruction. Does anyone else out there know what we know? That this really is the end already? There is no going back now. There were chances but they have long gone. Sorry to be Cassandra on this beautiful Sunday morning.
Posted on: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 11:22:19 +0000
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