A knot of anxiety twists ever tighter. Poised at the edge of calamity, in a gloom of cynical premonitions, another day slinks closer to Election Day. Searching for relief I find Barack Obama, speaking about climate change deniers.
“Look, if anybody still wants to dispute the science around climate change, have at it. You’ll be pretty lonely, because you’ll be debating our military, most of America’s business leaders, the majority of the American people, almost the entire scientific community, and 200 nations around the world who agree it’s a problem and intend to solve it.”
Another day trying to speak sense to ignorance. Thank God there's coffee.
Biologist E O Wilson is the only guy I know who's earned the right to be called Father Nature. After reading his terrific book 'The Diversity of Life, I had a sense of how life fits into the planet and understood how it is richly expressed in a wonderful variety of habitats. Life on Earth has endured for millennia like this, with every species living within the limits of its habitat. Everythiing was peachy in Paradise until we appeared and learned how to muck things up.
We have become expert at getting more but for all we have learned we have yet to learn the meaning of enough. If we want to live in Paradise we will have to learn to share. (More to come.)
A wise person once said "you gotta give them hope." Giving people hope is something we all must try to do. I feel I owe to the people who just experienced their first political awakening.
There is nothing so pitiful as a young cynic because he has gone from knowing nothing to believing nothing. Maya Angelou