260: Ishmael

This is a book, not a diatribe about the Muslim side of the Jewish family of Abraham/Ibrahim. Ishmael is a wonderful story that is far easier to read than Rachel Carson’s “Silent Spring.” Ishmael is a gorilla who teaches his human student (yeah, I KNOW) all about how things came to be, and why humans are captives of our Mother Culture. If you can get past the novel’s premise (takes some doing) the persuasive essay that is this book is a pretty good one.

Everybody knows intellectually that we humans are doing a lot of destruction to the planet we live upon and share with countless other species, sentient and not. We already know this, whether you believe in Global Warming or not, as a theory. We ‘know’ this, in exactly the same way that a chain-smoker ‘knows’ that cigarettes stand a pretty good chance of killing you, we ‘know’ we are doing damage to the planet. And we ‘know’ this, and do absolutely nothing to help, and continue doing lots of harmful things.

This is not a diatribe against living a good life, either. I ALSO hate those people who decry harming animals while they are standing in their leather running shoes, wearing their leather belts, and kicking around their leather footballs, basketballs, soccer balls (etc), and eating their hamburgers or bacon and eggs. If you are going to preach, your hands need to be clean, people.

What I am saying is that deciding to help save the planet your feet walk upon is an individual choice, that probably should also be backed up by villages, municipalities, towns, cities, states, provinces, regions and nations – but probably won’t be. Each human walking needs to understand the mathematical concept of exponential change. I KNOW, math, ugh, but bear with me, people, and consider:

Start with one. One becomes two. Two becomes four. Four becomes eight, and then sixteen, and then thirty-two, and so forth, until finally, after admittedly a very slow start, we humans all come to realize that our planet is worth saving, and we start living like we know this fact. We “put out our last cigarette,” and we start living our lives like we actually do ‘know’ this fact.

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