June 27, 2013
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| Source: bali-borneo |
The woman was well dressed. She carried an expensive crocodile leather handbag with her. Her hair was long, immaculate clean and shiny. It shone golden under the soft morning sun rays that penetrated the narrow street. She was around forty.
She hid her eyes behind a pair of expensive sunglasses. By Western standards, she would be catalogued as pretty. But she was in an awful hurry and restless as if she had hundreds of ticks crawling on her skin. She was under the spell of her diamond studded watch, the mark of the modern slave.
A young man approached her. He was in his mid-twenties, with a fresh look on his face. His girlfriend, who was on another corner at the end of the street doing the same thing, was also young and as radiant as himself.
The approaching young man exuded happiness. So did his girlfriend. Both were quite conscious of what they were doing, for their minds had been awakened by far away horizons that were tied to their own lives.
They both have realised that all specks of life are connected on this Earth. They were firm believers that humans are going on the wrong track. It must be changed and there is no time left. And at this point in time, their own species needs universal minds more than ever, to survive.
Both were happy, that quality that is an almost extinct species in those countries where, if you have a job, people swim in abundance, which enters as packaged stuff in one end of the pipe and leaves the opposite end as shit, garbage and piles upon piles of squandered stuff.
The approaching young man exuded happiness. So did his girlfriend. Both were quite conscious of what they were doing, for their minds had been awakened by far away horizons that were tied to their own lives.
They both have realised that all specks of life are connected on this Earth. They were firm believers that humans are going on the wrong track. It must be changed and there is no time left. And at this point in time, their own species needs universal minds more than ever, to survive.
Both were happy, that quality that is an almost extinct species in those countries where, if you have a job, people swim in abundance, which enters as packaged stuff in one end of the pipe and leaves the opposite end as shit, garbage and piles upon piles of squandered stuff.
The canvassing man and the hurried rich woman had met on one of those streets where nature has no place, one that makes you forget that you too belong to the natural world.
Only connecting indirectly to the environment at meal time, through the toilet in the bathroom and in bed, the place where two chunks of human meat, sort of a sausage and a hinge, meet once in a while to rub like hell, trying to reach the unreachable, to forget their painful lonely life in the so-called rich countries. Rich in stuff to pamper their admired bodies that will rot one day but so poor in terms of spirit.
And that day, the rich woman was damn depressed. She was rushing to see her psychologist that morning. She had tossed and turned on her bed, all night long, thinking of a man she had met at a dinner party a day before.
He told her he was going to give her a call but never did. She had seen her newest Apollo only once and only for a short while but she was already smitten, madly in love with him. Such things are so common in modern societies where dysfunctional humans abound.
-Madam, excuse! Can you help us to save the orangutans in Asia? Please, just take this brochure that talks about these animals. Read at your own pace at home and we hope to hear from you, said the young man to the dressed to kill woman.
The advocates never heard a word from the rich woman. Too "busy" in her little damn pathetic hole.
Busy to be noticed, busy to get to be loved, or simply get fucked, which she confused as the same thing, although the two are on opposite ends. Busy shopping what she did not need. Busy to do nothing in her rich and yet lonely life.
She did have a cat as her pet, one named Peter. But Peter was beyond her reach. He had already solved the big questions posed by life.
Curiously, for some unknown reason, this rich woman had a biodiesel powered luxury car. Perhaps as a memory to remind her of the good times she had with her rich ex-husband, who had gone green. Green was appealing to him, for he thought this new wave would take him on a huge kill.
Neither she nor he gave a damn about the environment. A wrong move on the grand chessboard that supports their lives, the Biosphere.
Crying voices go unheard by most people
Busy to be noticed, busy to get to be loved, or simply get fucked, which she confused as the same thing, although the two are on opposite ends. Busy shopping what she did not need. Busy to do nothing in her rich and yet lonely life.
She did have a cat as her pet, one named Peter. But Peter was beyond her reach. He had already solved the big questions posed by life.
Curiously, for some unknown reason, this rich woman had a biodiesel powered luxury car. Perhaps as a memory to remind her of the good times she had with her rich ex-husband, who had gone green. Green was appealing to him, for he thought this new wave would take him on a huge kill.
Neither she nor he gave a damn about the environment. A wrong move on the grand chessboard that supports their lives, the Biosphere.
Crying voices go unheard by most people
The idea is good. There is no question about that. It just needs some trimming, cutting a few chippings here and there to mould it and voila! There it is!
At least this is the point of view from the lords of science. But it is not as easy as that. It is more complicated.
The complication comes from the human perspective. This beast with a head harder than a rock is not easy to carve. To carve his consciousness to take a sound horizon and walk along a wise path, safe for human and nonhuman alike, is damn hard.
To carve his head to do useless things as playing golf or chasing a ball, for instance, or going to war, is as easy as taking a breath.
No... Man, this stupid two-legged beast classified as "primate" and self-named with the flamboyant "Homo sapiens", needs more than chipping away here and there. That is not enough.
A global wise dictator would not be such a bad idea. But he could get carried away anyway and if he chose the wrong ministers as his help, it would be difficult to move the loaded cart in the right direction.
After he´d croaked, the harpies would most likely fight for a piece of the cake left behind, much as it happened with Genghis Khan´s empire, those Turkic people that made Middle Age Europeans shit in their pants.
Something of this sort is what the "new world order" crowd has in mind. At least, this is what it looks like. But this bunch is too selfish, shortsighted, stupid, only good at tearing up the Earth to make money in order to feed their flocks. Otherwise the world would not be in such a deplorable state.
What man needs is to be grabbed by the balls, or we should say, balls if males and teats if females, shake him up, in the hopes of waking him up from his silly dream of "development" that is taking him as a species directly to the hole, to adorn the fossil record.
In his developing dreamland, he is waiting for this to happen anyway, for Nature is the only one that can and will do this. Unfortunately.
Can´t he put a little bit of his "sapiens" into practice before this happens?
For wherever man set his foot, smashed and burned forests, broken limbs and maimed arms of animals, dead fish, cesspools of shit, giant pits dugout for minerals, and other heartless footprints is the result.
He is so damn stupid that in order to carve his fruitless life he is digging up his own tomb. He cannot adjust his life to Nature´s cycles and live by her laws. He pretends instead to dominate and destroy her so he can feel he is on top.
He enjoys being on top. Even when fucking, he or she likes to be on top. He craves to be on top. On top of everything.
But natural laws cannot be topped. His craving to be on top will take him to be topped by what is never topped, extinction, oblivion.
On his way to top the untoppable he has come with this "neat" idea of going green. But the problem with his green is that it is not as green as the green found in Nature´s green but green as the one found on his dollar bill.
So... This is how we come to the victims of man´s green that is nothing green but green stuff upon blood, the blood of his brethren who cry unheard by him (Video 1).
To carve his head to do useless things as playing golf or chasing a ball, for instance, or going to war, is as easy as taking a breath.
No... Man, this stupid two-legged beast classified as "primate" and self-named with the flamboyant "Homo sapiens", needs more than chipping away here and there. That is not enough.
A global wise dictator would not be such a bad idea. But he could get carried away anyway and if he chose the wrong ministers as his help, it would be difficult to move the loaded cart in the right direction.
After he´d croaked, the harpies would most likely fight for a piece of the cake left behind, much as it happened with Genghis Khan´s empire, those Turkic people that made Middle Age Europeans shit in their pants.
Something of this sort is what the "new world order" crowd has in mind. At least, this is what it looks like. But this bunch is too selfish, shortsighted, stupid, only good at tearing up the Earth to make money in order to feed their flocks. Otherwise the world would not be in such a deplorable state.
What man needs is to be grabbed by the balls, or we should say, balls if males and teats if females, shake him up, in the hopes of waking him up from his silly dream of "development" that is taking him as a species directly to the hole, to adorn the fossil record.
In his developing dreamland, he is waiting for this to happen anyway, for Nature is the only one that can and will do this. Unfortunately.
Can´t he put a little bit of his "sapiens" into practice before this happens?
For wherever man set his foot, smashed and burned forests, broken limbs and maimed arms of animals, dead fish, cesspools of shit, giant pits dugout for minerals, and other heartless footprints is the result.
He is so damn stupid that in order to carve his fruitless life he is digging up his own tomb. He cannot adjust his life to Nature´s cycles and live by her laws. He pretends instead to dominate and destroy her so he can feel he is on top.
He enjoys being on top. Even when fucking, he or she likes to be on top. He craves to be on top. On top of everything.
But natural laws cannot be topped. His craving to be on top will take him to be topped by what is never topped, extinction, oblivion.
On his way to top the untoppable he has come with this "neat" idea of going green. But the problem with his green is that it is not as green as the green found in Nature´s green but green as the one found on his dollar bill.
So... This is how we come to the victims of man´s green that is nothing green but green stuff upon blood, the blood of his brethren who cry unheard by him (Video 1).
Damn! It hurts us so deeply to see our brethren, the orangutans, fall in such a ruthless way!!!!!
Hope out of nowhere
Out of nowhere came out a few people who have stepped out of the main self-destructive stream and got busy canvassing, risking spit and fire from the mouths of passerby pedestrians who abhor getting mud on their shoes in the city.
How many will be "sapiens" enough to hear and pay attention to their message?
These are the friends of the orangutans and other animals and plants (Video 2). Bravo!!!
Video 2. Orangutans are dying as demand for palm oil soars.
Orangutans are ourselves too
Although we may all look apart, we are all one. And one needs the other one. One is not only one but many ones hooked like one in unbeknownst ways to all the ones that compose the only one - the Biosphere- that looks like it is not one but it is one indeed.
Since we are all stuck on this beautiful Earth, we must join forces to change our fucking blind course.
Being on top is definitely not sustainable.
Any "sapiens" out there left?
Let us hear your voice in support of those who look like they have no voices but indeed have voices. Not only their own but also yours and ours.
We are all one after all. But we have got to act like one on this business of taking care of Earth.
Let us do something for ourselves. But we are talking about the ourselves that comprises all of ourselves.
Even though they may not look like ourselves or they are not ourselves, they are indeed ourselves. All ourselves are one ourselves on this planet, our dear Earth.
References
Giampietro M. & Mayumi K. (2009). The Biofuel Delusion: The Fallacy of Large-Scale Agro-biofuel Production. Earthscan, London, UK. 318 p.
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