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Environmentalists piss me off. I ran into two that I know, on the way home from the grocery store. They chastised me for having plastic grocery bags and not those cloth ones you can buy. They said how I wanted to cover the world in plastic. Or something. I started tuning them out at that point, so I could run home and cook up my pork chops (which they also chastised me since they're pumped full of hormones and what-not).
I'm not worried about the earth. I'm really not. The earth has been around for billions upon billions upon billions of years. It's survived tsunamis, tidal waves, hurricanes, droughts, earthquakes, volcanoes, thousands of years of both ice and heat, floods, landslides, avalanches, uncountable epidemics, solar flares, magnetic pole distortions, weather anomalies, meteors, and one giant land mass shattering into smaller land masses.
It's survived a lot. More than anyone on this planet could ever, ever possibly conceive.
And yet humans think we could destroy it. How egotistical are we? How haughty? We think that in a mere two-hundred years we could destroy the planet. That's all it would take. Pollution. Man-made devices. Whatever else. We actually believe .. that over just a few hundred years, a few specks on the planet could completely rot it from the core out, making it inhospitable for all time.
I don't care what data analysis' show. I don't care about the water level of the planet raising an inch over the past thirty years because of the polar ice caps, or whatever it is now. Sure, global warming is real. No one can deny that. But I refuse to believe that humans, as tiny and insignificant as we are on this planet, could ever destroy it.
When the planet finally gets sick of us, it'll destroy us. It already is. Be it by hurricane, disease, or flood. We're parasites and the earth wants to get rid of us. That's all there is to it. So forgive me if I feel no sympathy for this planet. The beauty and majesty it brings is only overshadowed by the hatred and malice it feels toward us.
I'm concerned about humanity. That's it. I'm concerned about where we've been, where we are, and where we're going. It's why I became an anthropologist. I want to see the first spark this universe offered, and the countless strings of fate that sprang forth. Everything happened and happens for a reason, and I want to see what the end result is, as best I can. I want to observe and study the past, to see all the points in space that counteracted and expelled countless other strings of probability and chance. And when they reach another point, the countless more strings that spew forth. From the moment this universe came into being, everything was predetermined to happen. Nothing is accidental or random. Everything is led by Newton's Third Law.
So don't come up to me on the street to yell at me because I threw a piece of wrapper on the ground. Don't you dare. And don't argue with me that if I'm concerned for humanity, then I need to take better care of the earth, because, hey, that's where we live. Don't yell at me because you're short sighted. In the next fifty years, one-hundred years, .. five-hundred years, .. where will we be? That wrapper may help in the fifty years .. but despite what I do, or any of us do, it won't matter in five-hundred years. We'll be exterminated by the planet, or we'll be gone from the planet long before then. That's what I'm concerned about. Where my great great great great great grandchildren will be. The planet will live on. And we'll die off. Or we'll live somewhere else. Regardless, .. the planet will keep spinning. The animals will continue to frolic and reproduce. Trillions of new species will appear. Plants will grow and the ecosystem will thrive. Ruins of our civilization will be lost, forgotten, and replaced in millions of years. No trace of us will remain. And the earth will continue to spin, having long forgotten the few seconds that those weird bugs had once lived on it, thrived, and died off.
So spare me if I double bag my milk at Shaws.
I'm not worried about the earth. I'm really not. The earth has been around for billions upon billions upon billions of years. It's survived tsunamis, tidal waves, hurricanes, droughts, earthquakes, volcanoes, thousands of years of both ice and heat, floods, landslides, avalanches, uncountable epidemics, solar flares, magnetic pole distortions, weather anomalies, meteors, and one giant land mass shattering into smaller land masses.
It's survived a lot. More than anyone on this planet could ever, ever possibly conceive.
And yet humans think we could destroy it. How egotistical are we? How haughty? We think that in a mere two-hundred years we could destroy the planet. That's all it would take. Pollution. Man-made devices. Whatever else. We actually believe .. that over just a few hundred years, a few specks on the planet could completely rot it from the core out, making it inhospitable for all time.
I don't care what data analysis' show. I don't care about the water level of the planet raising an inch over the past thirty years because of the polar ice caps, or whatever it is now. Sure, global warming is real. No one can deny that. But I refuse to believe that humans, as tiny and insignificant as we are on this planet, could ever destroy it.
When the planet finally gets sick of us, it'll destroy us. It already is. Be it by hurricane, disease, or flood. We're parasites and the earth wants to get rid of us. That's all there is to it. So forgive me if I feel no sympathy for this planet. The beauty and majesty it brings is only overshadowed by the hatred and malice it feels toward us.
I'm concerned about humanity. That's it. I'm concerned about where we've been, where we are, and where we're going. It's why I became an anthropologist. I want to see the first spark this universe offered, and the countless strings of fate that sprang forth. Everything happened and happens for a reason, and I want to see what the end result is, as best I can. I want to observe and study the past, to see all the points in space that counteracted and expelled countless other strings of probability and chance. And when they reach another point, the countless more strings that spew forth. From the moment this universe came into being, everything was predetermined to happen. Nothing is accidental or random. Everything is led by Newton's Third Law.
So don't come up to me on the street to yell at me because I threw a piece of wrapper on the ground. Don't you dare. And don't argue with me that if I'm concerned for humanity, then I need to take better care of the earth, because, hey, that's where we live. Don't yell at me because you're short sighted. In the next fifty years, one-hundred years, .. five-hundred years, .. where will we be? That wrapper may help in the fifty years .. but despite what I do, or any of us do, it won't matter in five-hundred years. We'll be exterminated by the planet, or we'll be gone from the planet long before then. That's what I'm concerned about. Where my great great great great great grandchildren will be. The planet will live on. And we'll die off. Or we'll live somewhere else. Regardless, .. the planet will keep spinning. The animals will continue to frolic and reproduce. Trillions of new species will appear. Plants will grow and the ecosystem will thrive. Ruins of our civilization will be lost, forgotten, and replaced in millions of years. No trace of us will remain. And the earth will continue to spin, having long forgotten the few seconds that those weird bugs had once lived on it, thrived, and died off.
So spare me if I double bag my milk at Shaws.