I
recently celebrated by fifty-fifth birthday, the first one that
followed my personal transformation from a "reluctant
planet-killer" into a "death stopper." As detailed in
my new
book, the transformation kept this birthday from becoming my
last, dangling a thread of hope in place of a push over the precipice
of despair about a future that looks grimmer by the day.
Since
finishing the book, that hope has been manifested in an evolving
vision of an ideal world. I now find myself seeing that vision
overlaid with my experience of the real world, with the differences
highlighted in almost overwhelming contrast. The contrast is
overwhelming in large part due to coincidental timing with the
consumption orgy preceding another celebration, Christmas, which
cynically and hypocritically objectifies the most precious of human
motivations, love, and uses it to accelerate our sabotaging the
system of life that keeps the world habitable.
Despite
my new-found courage and vision, I allowed some partial indulgence to
mark this particular birthday, which typically signifies entrance
into a sort of "pre-retirement." My wife and I stayed
overnight at a local bed and breakfast, which unfortunately is now up
for sale. I ate some not-so-healthy food, along with some good stuff.
After more than a year of going without a watch, I finally got a
replacement. I even felt okay with it, up to a point.
That
point was reached during a trip to the local grocery store after we
got home. There I was forcibly reminded that everyone including us is
working at the equivalent of a job: buying unhealthy stuff that makes
us and others unhealthy until society says we can do otherwise, which
of course it will never do because too much personal power depends on
it. It was craziness set to an appropriately mind-numbing musical
soundtrack of repeating Christmas songs, much of whose meaning was
lost in another century.
In
the healthier (and more honest) version playing in my imagination,
the store aisles would be replaced by an open space dominated with
locally-grown food and products people had personally created.
Neighbors would know each other and be committed to helping each
other on a regular basis, so the "Christmas spirit" of
giving would be a normal aspect of life, with competition for how
much good we could do instead of how much power we could wrest from
others to enhance the lives of a few close ones. The mall where I got
my watch would be replaced with such markets, if anything, but more
preferably it would be returned to open space that could be colonized
by wildlife.
With Christmas only ten days away, the old habits are already returning. I expect I'll be compromising a bit even as my thoughts are further turned toward what a better future might look like and how to help create it.
With Christmas only ten days away, the old habits are already returning. I expect I'll be compromising a bit even as my thoughts are further turned toward what a better future might look like and how to help create it.