“I wasn’t a misanthrope and I wasn’t a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself.” ― Charles Bukowski
As I said in Sunday’s post, this week I’m going to take a word and write about it.
Because I can…
As can you.
Don’t worry, this won’t take long.
As if you hadn’t noticed, the world is on fire. And I don’t just mean global warming.
I mean the whole f* thing.
I know we’re apt to find what we seek — thanks Google — but I can’t escape the vitriolic narrative that says either of these things:
the planet is screwed and we’re wasting our time if we think we can do something; or
if we act NOW and put our shoulder to the wheel of global change, starting with our addiction to fossil fuels, we might just bring the planet back to a tolerable place to live.
Truth is, I don’t believe either message.
You only need look back in time to understand that the moment we started to buy and consume stuff (…with increasing alacrity), was the moment we gave birth to the destruction of mother earth, one slow cut at a time.
What a way to die!
Of course this is simplistic, but just think about it. Since when was it responsible to buy stuff we didn’t need, whether that’s food, cars, clothes or the like?
This then is my Hell: consumerism.
More specifically, talking to people who can’t see how their materialistic, want-driven ways are the only reason we’re in this sorry mess. Ah, don’t worry, I’m not off the hook. Sure, I’ve cut back considerably on what I buy but I know that as a family we’ve not properly taken in hand our desire to buy, consume and waste stuff that adds nothing to our lives but adds considerably to the near-certain demise of Gaia.
If you think me some prig, then I suppose I am; but why shouldn’t I say it as I see it?
We’ve created our own hell by dint of our actions.
And yes, if there is a God, s/he is taking note, hopefully, never to create such a destructive, ego-centric species again.