What we have come to call “Global Warming” may indeed be
simply terrestrial menopause.
Our planet, exhausted after having raised homo sapiens from its first Cartesian
awareness, through a childhood of prehistoric innocence, an adolescence of
legend, scripture and modern industry has seen her offspring enter adulthood
where we no longer live in close contact with our mother. Through our greed we barely notice her fertile decline and her finite resources and energy disappear.
As adults we try to exploit everything we have learned throughout our youth to realize
our success, our pleasure and our lust. We suspect she shares our pride in having accomplished so much. Even as she now succumbs to the ravages of aging, she offers us
whatever she has left, and we accept it with enthusiasm. We wouldn’t want to
seem ungrateful.
As her children, we are arranging her post-menopausal, elder care
even as her fertility dwindles alarmingly. We hope desperately that our plan
for her golden years will be sufficient. We build it with hopeful diatribe. We
resolve to change our behavior and honor her by legislating sanctions for those
things that accelerate her decay, but try to rationalize our way out of neglect.
We reason that by throwing money at her problems, levying fines for those
things that corrupt and destroy her, we are buying her more time. We know she'll be happier in a nursing home than she would be as part of our busy household.
She still takes our calls if we will make them. Those are becoming less frequent. At least we always check in on Earth Day. Mostly she becomes more alone and more lonely as our lives are too busy addressing our own needs and our wants to deal with her geriatric decline.
She still takes our calls if we will make them. Those are becoming less frequent. At least we always check in on Earth Day. Mostly she becomes more alone and more lonely as our lives are too busy addressing our own needs and our wants to deal with her geriatric decline.
One thing is certain; we won’t miss her when she’s gone for
this is one relationship where the child will die long before the mother. She will "find herself" and go on to a new existence with a different persona. I wonder if she'll miss us.
