As I sit and swelter, my brain poses questions about how we got to this hot spot in the first place.
First, there is no one God that is looking after us, no super-hero entity (or blond promoter in red tie) that will swoop down at the last moment. Second, Mother Nature rules this rock and her only concern is that the balance that sustains life is maintained. She is rebalancing now, producing this sweltering environment for most all of us.
Do we still have choices? Yes, but they require us to redefine our attitudes about the importance of personal comfort. To paraphrase the Keb’ Mo’ ballad: “We are the victims of comfort, got no one else to blame, we cannot soothe the pain, a crying shame. What do we have to lose, everything, and what do we have to gain, everything. So let’s try together, before we have to cry together.”
Time to bypass petty politics and prejudices and concentrate on the bigger picture: preserving a livable and wondrous world. Time to straighten up and fly right, to accept some pain now before it balloons into a roasting future. The party is over and cleanup time is at hand. Time to do your part.
