Stunned by the response to my last posting (as far as I know no-one read the previous one), I thought it best to quickly follow that up with something which has haunted me ever since A Level English. It’s aimed at the tiny minority (of one, as I write, so they know who) that still don’t get it, choosing instead to believe in either their religion or government to stave off any possible global disaster.
It’s a book, PINCHER MARTIN by William Golding. Set in World War II, aboard a destroyer, with just one character, the lookout. Its night, and he fails to see in time a torpedo heading directly for the ship, to raise the alarm. Consequently the boat goes down with all the crew, except for the lookout, who miraculously survives. Eventually finding an outcrop of rock to drag himself up on, the rest of the book being about his survival.
Then right at the end we discover he also died in the explosion. What we have read was a fantasy, the last few second until his brain died, desperately trying to create an imagined reality where there was no physical one.
The same effect is happening to us all right now. The planet is dying, albeit slower, and we have switched from being practical beings (like all other species) to pure ego, in an attempt to survive/ pretend this isn’t happening. Refusing to accept that three million years of sustainable behaviour was how we are meant to be, and instead following the crazy logic of a few power-mad zealots who have reigned over us for a mere couple of hundred years.
If we could chemically switch off this current ego mode and exist purely on id (instinct/ reality), then we would appreciate how stupid this is. How unimportant we are in the grand scheme of things. That we actually have no more right to live than any of all the other zillion species. That this planet was never created for us. But most significantly, that the diversity and populations of all those other species, especially the ones we have destroyed over the last 10,000 years, all need to be reinstated (including the reduction of ours) if we want to stand any chance of a future, not only for the children alive now, but having any more in the future.