I found this one today, written in 2009.
Mankind alone presents such a colossal threat to our selves that survival of most, or even a fraction, of the species seems very unlikely. The ignorance of this threat is so compounded by our own sense of importance that the rallying cry among even the very best and brightest of us is, “Save the Planet”.
Canvassers of Green Peace – eerily only seen around the market places and never near the foliage of city parks or camping grounds – have in their clutched hands, on those laminated notebooks, that same plea/command in that big bold green san serif font, “Save the Planet”.
Yes, even those of us committed to forestalling mankind’s part in global destruction seem oblivious to the fact that we can’t save the planet. It is the planet that is constantly saving us.
Through war, plague, or cosmic impact, the planet Earth will exist. It may cease to be the Big Blue Marble, but it will continue to exist with or without us. As it has shown and clearly demonstrated in its 4.5 billion year old geological record, it has. In the worse case scenario, a new life matrix, a new world order of an ecosystem sooner or much later would eventually reaffirm itself. At first, it was the single cells, then the multi-cellular entities, then fish and amphibian, then the reptiles, and currently the mammalians. Perhaps after the next massive level of destruction, the world would fall onto the insectivorid.
My apocalyptic view reflects both scenarios of apocalypse, man-caused and geologic.
The human system of things cannot possibly endure. It is too myopic. It relies way too much on religiosity, mysticism, or technological optimism to save us from the rigors that pollution and geocentric exploitation has wrought (or will) upon us.
The planet Earth, it is a dynamic sphere that, in its entire existence, has never displayed an average climate. It is a dynamic sphere that has a dark history of extinction level cataclysms, a world of shifting tectonic plates on continental scales, grumbling super volcanoes, restless oceans, and bi-polar wind systems.
To believe that there will never again be another great destruction, to not see the distinct possibility of another impending doom, is beyond any concept I can fathom of wise reasoning. To me, it is a given.
But to fret and lament beyond the urgings for us to acknowledge and seed the stars, in my opinion, represents an even more profound insult to life.
In the blink of an eye, the lowly gnat has to live an entire life cycle. It flies and mates with glee in the warmth of a sun that will one day betray us all. For the brief moment that it lives, its clings to that life to ensure its kind lives on for yet another brief moment in time, and its offspring will do the same.
The sparrows soar with joy on the wind that will one day devastate them, even knowing that within this capricious time of calm, they could be taken from the heavens by a diving hawk beyond their purview of senses.
And humans, we dance despite the hardships in our lives. We love today with the hopes of a forever, because we have today.
Yes, the world will end. Be it tomorrow, 2012, or 5 billion years from now when our sun goes nova, it will end. It and we are finite.
Knowing this and accepting this makes every second of living just that much more the worthy enterprise that it is…more miraculous, and…much more enlivening. I see the world and all life within it as fascinating phenomenon. I believe the challenges which all organisms face within their myriad and collective environments as necessary challenges. These are contests borne of the rule that drives survival of the fittest and the undeterred ever adjusting direction of evolution. It goes down to the single cells, this protocol of tooth and claw. I see the universe as neither fair or cruel, or as human friendly.
There is a balance of natural forces that work on a marriage of equals and opposites.
The universe is what it is. It is cold and hot. And everything that exists within it is natural; else it would not exist within it.
Perhaps one day man will reach beyond the clouds and stars and this time establish a strong handhold. Perhaps one day we will have the wisdom to take all of our eggs out of this one basket.
We can only hope and work towards that.
The ele-mental’s diary 7/21/2009