There are moments when I doubt our species' ability to save its self.
On a recent weekday morning my children and I went to the playground. While my kids played I spent 45 minutes picking up trash. Gatorade and soda bottles, McDonalds cups, discarded bags of cheetos and chips, coffee cups. I picked up 30 bottles and 75 pink Frooties candy wrappers. There were the attendant caps and straws and napkins and the wind had distributed the items around the park in a uniform debris field, not unlike an explosion. I put them in the large blue trash can next to the basketball court but I could have put them in either of the 2 cans by parking lot, too.
Where do you begin to explain this error in judgment? What can you say about a creature that will foul its own nest?
There are tipping points in the natural world; of environment, culture and consciousness; points from which there is no salvation.
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