And The Tree Says To The Grass “How Did You Weather The Storm”
Hurricanes devastating Americans is fatefully ironic in this age of paranoid fear of terror.
By Nedroj Walker
I love America. I honestly believe that it is the best country in the world. Few to none of my friends accept this, and attempt to tear any positive statement I make about America apart.
People are sad about the rise in the price of gas. This is driving interest in hybrid cars. The media coverage is focusing on gas price. Money is the issue. Economy is the issue. It makes me want to say something radical, like “I guess they didn't get the message, please make it worse next year.”
I love America, but sometimes I really hate it too. Environment is an important issue for me, as it should be for anyone who isn't mentally flawed. Having the damage to people's lives and the rise in gas prices be the only major issues is so stupid it is evil.
If the media gave a damn, the number one story would be how humans directly and indirectly brought this on themselves. This disaster has been compared to 9/11/01. This is fine by me. So the next step should be as strong a commitment to making sure it never happens again.
This doesn't mean mining in Alaska and building higher walls guarding New Orleans. This means leading the world on environmental issues.
It wasn't God's will or nature's revenge. It was human sloppiness, apathy, shortsightedness, convenient ignorance, and gluttony. Some environmentalists cling to the nihilistic hope that only great disaster will wake up the populous to what their priorities should really be. This season's hurricanes are testing their dark hope.
I don't have friends or family that were directly hurt by the hurricanes. This frees me to be the full bastard I am and not focus on the suffering of the people. I write this because I give a damn. I have applied my great capacity for logic that is mine by right as a human. I know truth. It oozes out between the words. My brain sings them and my fingers selectively types them. It is no theory, but law, that we must find a balance with nature if we are going to progress to the utopian potential that is ours.
It is the test. Our mettle, our worth is being tested. Can we be born, or will we abort ourselves. Oh storm of storms, coming to wipe the slate clean. Please give us more time. Let the obvious settle before us and grant the inspiration required to ascend.
My spirituality is unshakable, not because I have blind faith or because I believe in unanswerable mysteries. I see it as an intuitive holistic understanding of the universe. I embrace the theories of scientists while scoffing at religious dogma and new age beliefs alike. This does not hypocrisize my spirituality. I am the grass in the storm. I accept the wind. I embrace reality and listen to what it has to say. There is soul in my heart. I am more then the sum of my parts, and yet I know my soul could be represented mathematically down to the last detail. At the same time I know that even with a perfect computer looking at the math of my soul, I could not be predicted perfectly, but nature could.
I scream in this article about the environment, but I know a single human is greater then a lifeless star. As a writer, how little is there to write about a sun and how much is there to write about a man? But as great as we are, if we do not rise from the muck we are just static and fail the test.