somehow it is ‘right’ to think we can own the blue orb set in a sea of black, the one place the offers us sustenance, yet at the same time the one place we see fit to abuse at will.
It has been right to spend the last 3 centuries ripping the heart out of our home, and expecting eternal forgiveness for it.
we exist because we tore the earth apart to convert her wealth into cash, but now wail because a few of those gifted with above average cleverness have come to own what was at first given free for all to use.
It was we who joined in the feeding frenzy at the trough of our planet’s resources.
Too late now to bemoan the fact that most got elbowed out. It’s called survival. A million years of struggle taught us to survive; it cannot be eclipsed by a few generations of driven wheels and heated houses.
Our brains are still those of primitive man, looking for the next kill.
But primitive man knew what we did not, that earth cannot be owned
yet we have gone beyond that, reserving the purity of air and water for the priveleged few. Our mother earths finds this an affront to common decency
The very thing that we all evolved to do best has brought us to the point of extinction. Even those with the most wealth cannot recognise that survival depends on all. Oilwells cannot function for the needs of a priveleged few in walled enclaves. Our pyramids of plenty are propped up by millions of unkowns and unknowing.
When we go down, all will go down, each screaming personal denial of reality, or hoax, or fake news or somesuch nonsense