why, why do dark reflections come so unbidden while all the times of bliss and happiness I'm sure I must have had are much more difficult to conjure up? Why are those countless years without any suspicion of extinction - filled with days of idyllic picnics in the woods, walks on the beach, bicycle rides and children's birthday parties, horse competitions and ice skating shows - so elusive?
WHY I don't remember more easily - it's because somehow remembering the good times actually hurts far more than rehashing the bad. It hurts to admit that they were ephemeral; to acknowledge that they were borrowed from the future, however innocently, and that they will never come back...but most of all to know with certainty that soon, for the rest of time, they will never be repeated, by anyone, including my children.
My friends Roger and Susan sent me the next two pictures from New Hampshire. They will be mustering the forces of GWEN and we will carpool together to DC later this month for the climate rally (for all the good it will do). We'll be couch-surfing this time, instead of paying for a hotel - and it will be fun.
Also my Swedish friends sent me this photo from flying over Greenland, saying they have never seen it so bare. It astonishes me that the amplifying feedbacks are still largely discounted in climate policy debates, since they have already overwhelmed the much slower initial forcing of warming - which of course was our foolish burning of copious quanties of fossil fuels. Maybe when the US becomes Australia next summer it will be enlightening.
With the exception of that overwhelming majority of people who remain serenely oblivious to a history of failed civilizations, among those few who do understand that our global path is inexorably headed towards demise, they are often preoccupied with an increasingly rancorous dispute as to whether it will happen slowly or quickly. They are also often obsessed with whether or not it's inevitable, or can - or could have been at some point in the past - averted...but I'm going to save discussion of that for a later post because I just haven't had time to articulate the convoluted debate. My dad, who has been working out with all sorts of gym equipment, came to visit from the Cape, looking quite robust considering his triple bypass in August.