Looking around at the world today, I can come up with no truer sentiment. The world we have created, the world we insist we must live in, despite all evidence to the contrary, is doomed. It is unsustainable. It is unmanageable. It is out of control, and killing our planet, and all the species on it.
And, we don’t care.
That, my fellow meat skeletons on a spinning rock in space, is why we are completely and totally screwed. We could hope that our deep love for our child, or our beloved pet, or a favorite place we live in or travel to would engender in us a love of all things, and a desire to protect them.
There are a handful of people, on this global scale, for whom their hearts have cracked open to the world. So, they fight. They fight for places. They fight for people. They fight for the poor, and hungry, and abused across all species lines. Its no surprise as historically, social reformers & revolutionaries were "The Greatest Sitting Targets for Mockery" by right-wing populists & its clones.
But the rest of us...not so much.
We know our political system is corrupt. We know banking and Dalal Street are full of corrupt pimps. We know insurance companies, and drug companies, and energy companies are corrupt. Hell, we know most of the world is corrupt.
But, here’s the thing: we give a damn and enjoy the feast!
We used to be a culture that would even go to war with ourselves, when necessary, to ensure freedom / protection of the oppressed and uphold "dharma". We were willing to die for a cause. Now, even not driving the car for 3 days is really a lot to ask.
It used to be that we didn’t know as much. Now, the news, the facts are everywhere. Information is only seconds away in our media + mobile app obsessed culture. We can’t say we don’t know. We have to say we don’t care.
We like to pretend we are the heroes of the story. But, the fact is, if we were watching the film of our existence play out on a huge screen in the dark, we would see our true nature. We are the cold-hearted villains of the story.
We let poor people go hungry while we party for some IPL or Celeb Bhakt Fan Club. We let the farmers and dalits without water or right harvest price, children struggle for an education, elderly people go without healthcare they can’t afford while we go Amazonia, Cashless or Fcukcart shopping.
We allow animals to be tortured in labs while we carefully apply our new lipstick.
We ignore baby calfs, a day or two old, being torn from their mothers and locked in tiny plastic crates while we happily go out for ice cream.
We allow wild animals to be kidnapped from their families and locked in tiny tanks and cells, while we eat popcorn and applaud as they do tricks.
We pretend we don’t know that entire eco-systems are burned to the ground, while we eat our plastic pouch of oil masala coated potato chips.
We turn a blind eye to the human rights we ignore, the animal and environmental holocaust we are committing.
We like to think ourselves a noble, beautiful species. We like to imagine ourselves as the pinnacle of Creation. Make no mistake...
We are not.
There is nothing noble in our self-centered infatuation.
There is nothing beautiful in causing pain and suffering.
And we must know, in all it’s truthful finality, that we are the ultimate cause of pain and suffering for every other species on the planet.
We are the hunter shooting a mother. We are the executioner. We are the Commander in Beasts of No Nation. We are the government experimenting on E.T. and tribal natives.
We are the true villains of this story. And, as all great stories go, the villain must fall.
So, who will be the hero in this tale? A plague, set off by bacteria released from warming ice sheets? The sulfur rising from the ocean, smothering out the oxygen? The catastrophic lack of food, once the bees all die off?
Only time will tell.
But, we must face that we are the Earth’s cancer. We are also like its chemotherapy, taking our planet’s body, and all its beautiful systems, including our own, to the brink of destruction.
Her skin will turn gray, her hair will fall out, her rivers will run poisoned, her green cover will burn out, her creatures will die off.
And then, if enough of the human cancer has been destroyed, enough so that the stranglehold we have around the life cells of the planet has loosened and she can breathe, maybe life will return to her. Maybe she will heal. Or, maybe, this time she will not make it and we can safely blame almighty god!
We don’t really care.
We are not willing to face our truth, to adjust our lives, and to sacrifice what is necessary to save ourselves, our fellow species, and our home itself.
That, my fellow humans, my fellow villains, is why we are so utterly, completely, and willingly fu#*ed.
Christina Laughlin @FountainofLeo