by
Reese Jones
6 January, 2015
Whether
one believes in climate change or not, or that humanity can indeed
scale back greenhouse gas emissions and maintain stable, livable
global temperatures, there still seems to be a prevailing
undercurrent of sadness, hopelessness and even despair for many
around the globe. Are we on the path to annihilate ourselves, or not?
In
the following essay-article, I explore the inner turmoil that
seemingly affects so many of us and the conditions that preclude our
idyllic fantasies that all is well.
~
A
Deep, Deep Sadness
by
Reese Jones
Whether
one believes in climate change or not, or that humanity can indeed
scale back greenhouse gas emissions and maintain stable, livable
global temperatures, there still seems to be a prevailing
undercurrent of sadness, hopelessness and even despair for many
around the globe. Are we on the path to annihilate ourselves, or not?
In
the following essay-article, I explore the inner turmoil that
seemingly affects so many of us and the conditions that preclude our
idyllic fantasies that all is well.
~
Warning:
Perhaps not for the faint of heart …
In
the last few audio-videos I’ve conducted with Dr. Guy McPherson of
near-term human extinction fame, we share a laugh or three as he
presents information whilst in between his teachings, we contemplate
the human condition.
Dr.
McPherson is Professor Emeritus of Natural Resources and Ecology &
Evolutionary Biology at the University of Arizona and has published a
few books that address climate collapse. He believes that human
civilization on the fast track to complete annihilation as we will be
unable to avert planetary warming enough to prevent cataclysmic
consequences.
Listening
to our recent conversations, one might think we were being blithe and
blasé. But, underneath it all, be assured within us there resides a
deep, deep sorrow.
~
Let
me begin by sharing a personal experience.
Not
long ago, to my utter horror, I discovered, mangled within a trap
that had been put out for rodents, a beautiful blue jay who often
frequented our property. As his small body lay there crumpled, his
little legs impossibly askew, he looked a terrible and grotesque
parody of his former, splendid little self, once so vibrantly alive,
so stunningly gorgeous.
The
sorrow that overcame me was indescribable. It was a deep, wrenching,
terrible suffering, for he had been only partially caught in the
trap; his suffering one can only imagine. To this day, I find myself
desperately trying to convince myself he must have lost his breath
and thus, perished quickly.
Not
long after, I heard about 43 missing students in Mexico. It was
beyond my imagining what the parents must have been going through.
And when they discovered the bodies … their agonized, collective
suffering might have had the force to move a small universe. The loss
of this one, precious little bird, would pale in comparison.
Nonetheless, my sorrow remains, and only grows with every new
iteration of terrible news.
Sorrow
and sadness are not new to me. From earliest memories, I came to
understand there is terrible injustice and horrific cruelty upon this
world. For some, the discovery of all this may have been in the form
of something they read in a book or saw on a wildlife show. Or,
perhaps they may have suffered the withering taunts of a cruel
brother or sister, attacks from a ravishing relative, or beatings and
curses from a vicious, drunken parent.
As
for those who may have experienced a more idyllic childhood, there
are always the first realizations that all is not right and fair with
the world. It may come in the form of errant whispers as friends or
loved ones come to blows and tears behind closed doors. Or, it may be
going to school and seeing others bullied, or being bullied one’s
self for no apparent reasoning.
Realizations
of the unfairness of life can come in the loss of a beloved pet, the
very confrontation with death itself. And of course, such
indoctrination into harsh reality can be as simple as suffering a
physical injury that can render one reeling from pain. There are
always the first, wrenching, terrible hurts that tell us the world is
not as we would wish it to be.
But,
we go on. We trip the light fantastic down the paths of our young
lives, sorrows and injustices faint memories, far apart from our
self-involved and hopefully pleasant, new little adventures.
Luckily,
perhaps for all living creatures, is that we have a sense of…
forgetfulness.
However,
these days, almost every day, I am struck by news stories of double,
double, toils and troubles. Wars and rumours of wars; reports of
innocent children and animals raped, tortured, murdered; prisoners
subjected to nightmare atrocities by our own, august governments.
There are images of abysmal starvation and abuse. Terrible greed
amongst grinding poverty. Enslavement. Atrocities upon atrocities.
And
then there is the toll of devastating loss of life and limb from
storms, floods, tornadoes, tsunamis, earthquakes, fires, droughts,
pestilences, plagues, you name it. There are the diseases and
illnesses and accidents that turn people we know into death knells of
our own fragile vulnerabilities and portending demise as they shrivel
away to dust before our very eyes. And of course, there are our own
illnesses and accidents. Indeed; we can be besieged by the toils and
troubles of fickle folly and feckless fate at the mere drop of a hat.
And
then, to top off the seeming madness, amongst all this dark,
cacophonous mess, there are those who trumpet in the dark, “but
wait!” There are glorious secrets to our happiness! Life is
beautiful, rich and overflowing with possibilities; joy and peace can
indeed be spread throughout the world, hopes and dreams can be
fulfilled with just our mere intentions and, perhaps, just a bit of
meditative prayer. We can manifest our dreams by loving what we do,
and doing what we love. Just wish it, and it can be so.
I
have a dear relative who saw the irony of all this at the rich age of
12, and decided then and there that he would relinquish his own will,
chuckle his way through the rest of his seeming meaningless and
comparatively meager little life, cast his fate to the winds. There
was no real future in the mere 100 years he could possibly live;
logic and reason would never prevail amongst the roiling body of
raucous humanity that he had come to observe. It all seemed to boil
down to the avoidance of pain and the pursuit of pleasure, of which
neither he would allow to hold him sway. He has no special wants,
needs, desires; he lives only to serve others, and find pleasant
reverie in game machines and coding. Perhaps he understands more than
one might suspect. Or not. I’m not sure …
And
then …
There
is the story to top all stories; and that is, the story of our own
self-immolation, the very real possibility of our very extinction
much sooner than later, possibly brought about by our very selves. We
are talking about the end of everything we know, we ever knew, we
could ever come to know.
Good
or bad, right or wrong, fair or unfair, we crave life. And to realize
that everything we hold dear will come to naught is a ludicrous,
hard-to-fathom proposition. But WAIT. Think THEN, of this …
WE
ARE the ones who ignored the trap. It is our loved ones, ourselves,
who contributed to the setting of the trap. It is US for whom the
bell was cast, it was for US that the cow was milked from which our
bread was buttered. We may not have been the ones who set the bait or
pulled back the spring. But … we knew … we ignored … we denied.
And most of all, we were the RECIPIENTS OF ALL THE LARGESSE.
We
are the receivers of the spoils, the partakers. The bird was killed
so that I, amongst others, would not suffer a plague of rats.
I
am the one who should have found the trap that caught the bird that
destroyed his precious, precious little life. Underneath, I knew it
all.
It
is me. With every action I take, every breath I take, I help bring on
destruction. My very breath is an affront to all I cherish and love;
for when I take, I destroy. And that is the terrible dichotomy of
existence of life itself; this give and take, the winning, the
losing, the living, the dying.
And
so, beneath the layers of my soul, there is a deep, deep sadness. And
so, what do I do? Why, I laugh. I joke. I smile, I sometimes grimace
through the pains, the heartaches, the perplexities of this thing
called life. I … continue.
I
hope you can forgive me for the chortles … believe me … the
laughter merely keeps the sadness at bay for mere, mere moments.
One
more thing … there are those who find utter peace in their faith,
the promise of a heavenly forever. I, too, believe this is possible.
But nonetheless, the sorrows of the world are my sorrows, and I wear
them with every smile I make, every resource I take. And, I continue.
If
there is any consolation, it is truly love that remains my one,
saving grace.
Interview from 15 December 2014 is embedded below in five parts.
Guy
McPherson – Methane update and huge temperature rises within 10-20
years
In this video, Dr. McPherson discusses the latest conclusions by Paul Beckwith of the University of Ottawa as of November/December 2014. (Please see our other videos with Paul Beckwith.) The news is not good. He also discusses the conclusions of Marianne Williamson, Chris Hedges, Randy Malamud, Peter Burroughs, David Spratt, William Nordhaus, the IPCC, NOAA, the Meteorological Association and the International Energy Agency. He also briefly touches on geo-engineering and the problems of the IPCC's conservative evaluations due to the length of time they require in presenting accredited research.
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