I’ve noticed lately that it’s becoming increasingly difficult to stay on task until the job is done. Trivial jobs, like carrying the recycling out or finishing a blog entry before the thought escapes me are routinely left undone for no other reason than that I abandon or forget them ere completion.
With physical tasks, like the recycling, a lot of the difficulty is very understandable, for M.S. makes all such things much more difficult. But why the interference with work related things?
Part of it has to do with one of the same things I continually encounter as an obstacle people have as I try to communicate my vision to them: hope.
At first glance, people almost always think my prediction of an inevitable, human inspired and created, Gaiacide here on Earth is a hopeless view of the future.
I do not. I see it as a realistic observation of what is happening and what can and cannot be done about it. I, too, at first felt a strong depression and was only vaguely, intellectually, aware of any hope. But then the role of thankfulness became a factor.
I see humanity’s hands around Gaia’s throat, chocking off her air and watching her face turn blue. And, alone, I’m incapable of relaxing the muscles of the hands that do the chocking. I cannot imagine a movement large enough to effect that kind of a change in society’s behavior. There are just too many people on Earth with too little reason to try to do anything more noble than care for their children and themselves. And there are about 220,000 more of them today than yesterday. Every day.
I believe, too, that the threat is far greater than a mere threat to the survival of our species’ dominance on the planet, or even to our avoiding extinction. I think events we will trigger, or may have already triggered, are destined to kill all life on this planet.
No, “think” is not strong enough. I know it.
So, well you might ask, “What’s so optimistic about that?”
Well, I also see an avenue to save Gaia’s life.
In one sense you might think it hopeless, for her body will be left as a corpse, when all is said and done. But, in another, the future is brilliantly hopeful, for it is, essentially a rebirth-a new start for humankind (or maybe for a more highly evolved species). A new Eden.
But the means of getting there is like magic. And most people distrust magic.
My generation saw the magic manifested, if only in the alpha version. None of us understood it all, but we all knew what made it possible. The magic, of course, was space travel. What made it possible was dedicated effort, on a massive scale, of the people.
Our motivation back then had to do mostly with a sense of a struggle with a life threatening enemy, the USSR. Today a far greater enemy is threatening all of humanity, but, rather than focusing our attention on the real enemy, our leaders are denying it exists at all.
But I don’t want to neglect that for which I am thankful. I am so thankful that I realized the situation before it was closer to being a reality (1986). There is still time left.
I’m thankful that I researched my perceptions before attacking the issues directly. Having done so gave me time to deal with my own depression and the knowledge that makes the obvious solution a credible basis for hope.
You see, it is impossible to see the probable future (the utter destruction of the environment) as inevitable without seeing the only possible solution. If Earth is going to die, then the only option for saving Gaia is to get off Earth.
(To be continued)