“Hello, Stormageddon. It’s The Doctor, here to help. Be quiet. Go to sleep. No really stop crying. You’ve got a lot to look forward to you know. A normal human life on earth, mortgage repayments, the 9 to 5, a persistent nagging sense of spiritual emptiness. Save the tears for later boyo. Oh that was crabby. No, that was old. But I am old Stormy. I am so old. So near the end. But you, Alfie Owens. You are so young, aren’t you…And you know right now, every thing’s ahead of you. You could be anything. You could walk among the stars.”—The Doctor (via brianatlive)
“A person of good intelligence and of sensitivity cannot exist in this society very long without having some anger about the inequality ― and it’s not just a bleeding-heart, knee-jerk, liberal kind of a thing ― it is just a normal human reaction to a nonsensical set of values where we have cinnamon flavored dental floss and there are people sleeping in the street.”—George Carlin (via cultureofresistance)
The principle here is very simple. As Derrick has written, “Any social system based on the use of nonrenewable resources is by definition unsustainable.” By definition, nonrenewable means it will eventually run out. Once you’ve grasped that intellectual complexity, you can move on to the next level. “Any culture based on the nonrenewable use of renewable resources is just as unsustainable.”
Trees are renewable. But if we use them faster than they can grow, the forest will turn to desert. Which is precisely what civilization has been doing for its 10,000 year campaign, running through soil, rivers, and forests as well as metal, coal, and oil.
The oceans are almost dead, 90 percent of the large fish devoured, and the plankton populations are collapsing, populations which both feed the life of the oceans and create oxygen for the planet. What will we fill our lungs with when they are gone? The plastics with which that industrial civilization is replacing them? Because in parts of the Pacific, plastic outweighs plankton 48 to 1.
Imagine your blood, your heart, crammed with toxic materials—not just chemicals but physical gunk—until there was ten times more of it than you. What metaphor would be adequate to the dying oceans? Cancer? Suffocation? Crucifixion?
“Once you stop pretending that everything’s shitty and you can’t wait to get out of it…then it gets more painful, not less. Telling yourself life is shit is like an anesthetic, and when you stop taking the Advil, then you really can tell how much it hurts, and where, and it’s not like that kind of pain does anyone a whole lot of good.”—Nick Hornby (A Long Way Down)