Watching the ridiculous dick-waving around North Korea’s latest attempt to piss everyone off, the preference for religious-excused extremism in and around the Middle East, the age-old tribal disputes exacerbated by natural disasters centring around the Indian sub-continent, and the storms ravaging the US, and soon an array of island nations; I have to start wondering, what is the point?
Saturday was a lovely day, but it feels a long time ago.
We have a world that is determinedly divided. If nothing else, the human race is extremely adept at creating, nurturing and retaining squabbles, conflicts and destructive arguments; and maintaining them over timescales that border on, or significantly surpass, lunacy.
And behind man’s ability to initiate disaster at the drop of a hat, there is also a global eco-system that appears well and truly hacked off with our continued presence.
And we have an ever-growing population that will need feeding and housing, whilst the power brokers appear keener on profit than the long-term.
We may already have passed the tipping point as far as the world’s capability to sustain the relentless growth of mankind, but even if that point hasn’t as yet been reached, it looms large, front and centre.
So, I ask again, what is the point?
As a world, we have two options. The first, and the more preferable, is to do everything in our power to reduce the conflict, try to reverse the damage to the eco-system, and find a way of co-existing with each other in a cooperative way that provides us all with a future.
Or, we carry on the way we are going.
Callous objectivism can run amok. Let the wars escalate. Let the destruction of nature’s balance continue.
If nature doesn’t drastically reduce the population to one that can survive with what has been left, then man can do a pretty good job of shrinking populations.
All a little extreme. All a little far-fetched. All decidedly depressing.
Maybe. But not by much.
There is hope, there is always hope. The ‘Titanic’ orchestra mentality carries on long after it should have had a large gin and given up the ghost.
But it will take significant shifts in outlook, attitude, determination.
To stop the dick-wavers. To stop the zealots. To stop the ‘head-in-the-sand’ deniers.
After Saturday I still hope. But I am scared. Very scared.
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