I just have this soapbox and an unnatural compulsion to yell
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Preachy Soapbox Edition
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly. —Richard Bach
Everything is going to change. Everything is doomed. Everything is fine, calm down. Everything is in the hands of the elite/gods/fate/people/earth/natural order/evolution/science/special interests…
Chance favours the prepared mind. —Louis Pasteur
All the animals will be extinct and we’re headed toward “monoculture” but we have the genetic power to bring everything back in a lab—the test-tube ark.
We have crossed a threshold with fossil fuels and carbon pollution that threatens not only global weather patterns but all forms of life. But we have innovative inventors who are working on sucking CO2 out of the air (these used to be called ‘trees’) or some other miraculous fix’em up.
Do what you’re doing. Defer. We’ll figure it all out before it’s too late, I ̶p̶r̶o̶m̶i̶s̶e̶ hope. But for god’s sake don’t change. And I mean that literally. Sit down, grab a cocktail, and get ready to watch the EOTW (end of the world). You have front-row seats.
Let the end of the world be inside you, then you don’t need to fear the end of the world out there. —Eckhart Tolle
Even if we discover 100% ‘clean’ energy that is 100% free TOMORROW, there still will be all the damage to undo and clean up.
BUT I STILL FEEL OPTIMISTIC!
Q: Do these balloons blow up into funny shapes and all?
A: Not unless round is funny. —Raising Arizona
Which makes me feel like a crazy person sometimes. I don’t believe a god or an alien race or a timelord or a mutant superhero or another dimension will save us. It will be ourselves or nothing. The stakes are high, but if you lose positive, creative, and informed thought then you can join the ranks of the selfish who prefer to pretend that the light at the end of the tunnel is not a freight train bearing down on their existence.
Sorry.
Didn’t mean to bring y’all down. I don’t have panaceas or placebos. I just have this soapbox and an unnatural compulsion to yell, “REPENT! THE END IS NEIGH!” until the sun sets and I go to Starbucks for a Grande Soy Latte™.
This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. This is the way the world ends. Not with a bank, but a whimper. —T. S. Elliot’s The Hollow Men
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