Life is sweet and we cling to it, but it’s entirely possible that humans won’t make the evolutionary cut. Would this be tragic? No. Well we know that nothing lasts. Therein lies the sweetness.
Wars, more wars, rumours of war. Protests, counter-protests, divorce courts, the Second Amendment. Conflict devours incomprehensible amounts of energy. And it all derives from a single source: the idea of me and mine.
There are 3,200 tigers living in the wild. Most tigers, about 5,000 of them, are held in captivity in the U.S. Sometimes these majesties wind up in houses or apartments. Or Las Vegas.
It is devoutly to be wished that humans will be spared the ignominy of a return to normal. We can’t afford normal. Business as usual, often called progress, is what detonated this catastrophe.
In an 1861 journal entry, Henry David Thoreau wrote, “Thank God that men cannot as yet fly and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.”
Now we face our own extinction.