Well, it feels more and more certain that I’ll have to get off the hill for much, if not all of its remainder, of this winter. In Tahoe, that means through much of April, if not some of May.
I’ve f-worded around so long in making the decision, which is still only tentative, that moving my things into storage is no longer an option. Therefore I’ll have to continue paying rent on my domicile in Tahoe. But there seems to be no alternative, as this winter has already shown itself to be a hazard to anyone who walks, but has no sense of balance. The danger of falling is real and present.
Now the question comes down to “what will I do?”
I want it to be conducive to my work. As most of you already know, that is to spread the Message of my Vision of 1986. I.E., “We’re not going to make it. We’ve got to get off,” and all its ramifications.
I’ve been stymied in doing that, mostly by my own incompetence, and largely by not having developed a consistent way of going about the task. With these new circumstances and my aging, I think it time to do something dramatic. The self-immolation idea depresses me so much that I’m seeking alternatives.
Fasting may fit the bill, especially if I can use it to call public attention to questions I think are currently not on the viewscreen of most environmentalists.
The current plan is to establish a public presence on a campus and declare a fast. I will make signs listing questions I feel must be answered and engage students and faculty in debate.
Is the life-force on this planet at risk?
How do you know?
Is the planet itself a living being?
If it is, is it mortal?
And are we killing it?
What is “God” about?
Is it “nature?”
Is it the “lifeforce?”
Is it Gaia?
If any of these, are we killing God?
How long I fast will depend on the answers I get.