This morning when I first woke, I found outside my window yet one more late (and unwelcome!) blanket of snow. I wondered as I often do, when I contemplate another day surviving cognitive dissonance - what distinguishes the relatively few people like me, who are acutely and painfully aware of the impossibility that human civilization can continue on a path remotely resembling the recent past - from most everybody else? I wonder if there is any way to help ease the transition and shock for those masses who are mesmerized by the gossip about teevee stars, and their own quotidian, enveloped in their blissful, temporary, ignorance. Most especially, I worry about saving my own children.

I confess, I regard the Ignorers with a mix of envy, scorn, and pity. Some of them are oblivious, some of them are outright deniers, and then others are cognizant of the science of climate change, and the death trap of peak oil...but willfully refuse to follow the dots to the inevitable denouement. How will they all cope with the unbearable knowledge once it becomes inescapable? I expect that rather than admit the pivotal role humans have played in destroying our own home - the Earth - many will instead turn to fundamentalist doomsday cults...which will vary from the ludicrous to the dangerous...and others will flock to technological solutions that amount to no more than magical thinking.

The critters that feed on insects that thrive on dead trees, and those that inhabit their decaying trunks, are enjoying a housing bubble of their own, which is rather comical, if you have a cynical bent! I have no idea what made these holes - they are far bigger than a woodpecker would need, they are five to six inches in height. I would love to know the inhabitants of these, sort of, woodland slums.
High above the tenement, the bark is falling off of its own volition as the interior rots.
This is an early-blooming cornelian cherry. The yellow flowers look so sweet, tufted with wet snow, but the trunk is raw from peeling bark. It's amazing it has held on another year to flower.
Musing along these lines this morning I was suddenly reminded of a thought I had when I was young - a teenager, I believe - following a nightmare. Which one I can't remember but I know I thought then - what if the nightmare is the actual world, while what I believe to be the real, waking world, is only a complicated dream I have constructed to escape the horrid prison of the nightmare?
This recollection causes me to suspect I have always had a visceral predisposition towards instinctive knowledge of our doom, which explains a lot. Oh well.
Yesterday I was once again listening to the Brian Lehrer show, which this time was about inflation and how it impacts the owners of small businesses. Coincidentally it corroborates what I've been warning about here at Wit's End for some time - which is food shortages (plants are the base of the foodchain!)
Forty-five years ago and counting. Has nothing to do with dying trees but it has a message.
ReplyDeleteFugs: Carpe Diem
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iHUyNdnJpMw&feature=related
In Horace, the phrase is part of the longer Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero – "Seize the Day, putting as little trust as possible in the future", and the ode says that the future is unforeseen, and that instead one should scale back one's hopes to a brief future, and drink one's wine. This phrase is usually understood against Horace's Epicurean background.[2]
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carpe_diem
Ah, thank you for the reminder Catman. I needed that today!
ReplyDeleteI'm afraid this woman is our future, and the future is now.
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http://current.com/1h5fp4c
There's no going back. It's now playing out its course. The only thing that can destroy the Egregore we have created/conjured is the Egregore itself, and it will take us with it into the abyss, but before much gnashing of teeth.
Japan update.
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Dear Madame Curator.
ReplyDeleteA marvelous curation, as per usual, from another victim of cognitive dissonance.
Today I discovered your blog and I am impressed...as for me, I am doing my best to cope with living in a hopeless civilization, and preparing for the future. I appreciate your tree information, I see the same trend of diseased trees around me.
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