Modernismo / Pedro Figari/ Vieja Estancia
Today’s pondering is about long-term. I suppose that it is kinda useless, since most of the things that happen in the long-term won’t have any effect on my residual dissociated atoms.
Been pondering the weather, and the simple fact that I have been saying that things are going to hell for quite some time now. Now, it appears to me that the weather (or for those of you hoity-toities out there, the Climate) is a changing. I have a sneaking hunch that the predictions of those damn weathermen (meteorologists) are pretty accurate and bear looking at.
But what makes this critical fact useless? The simple fact is that by the time it starts getting serious traction and the attendant droughts and failed harvests come to pass, I will be fertilizer.
Now, being of a guilt-ridden personality type, I want to feel bad about the whole thing and assume blame. Which doesn’t make sense at all. I am 1/7,880,813,864ths of the current world problem. 0.0000000126% of the problem. Lets say that us ‘Murcans are ten times worse than anyone else. Well, then I am 0.000000126% of the problem.
The real problem is that we are well into overshoot. I am part of the overshoot. Oh well, I guess that I will do my part to solve the problem.
No need to rush into it though.