They tell us to be afraid -- be very afraid -- about so many things.
Especially, now, everyone's afraid about Climate Change.
Me too. But I mean that I fear leaving my coat at home when the weather shifts, losing my scarf, being caught in the rain with no umbrella. I live day to day; they mean Global Warming.
Me too: I fear global hot debate, heated dispute and an international conflagration of all-out war … and then an answering freeze, a pendulum swing to freeze free thought and speech, a chill of mass surveillance, of impolitic policy and impolite police.
Mother Nature's Global Mood Swing won't be changed by us, we can only change the weather of our own lives and communications. An inner calm creates a temperate zone.
They fear Rising Seas.
I fear the sinking slough of despond.
The seas up-rise frequently, geologically speaking. Quaking mountains have often tumbled cities into earthen depths, to be discovered by future archaeologists. Will the next future ones be robots? Artificial intelligence set loose by plague-struck humans arguing about pronouns while civilization collapses?
Again.
So many civilizations are "lost". So many civilities are on the way out, today.
They fear Carbon appearing in all the wrong places.
I fear dying of thirst, while water evaporates from lakes and soil and language evaporates before it, a mindless conscripted vanguard decimated -- one in ten words lost, one in ten shades of meaning -- leaving us thirsting for ways to explain, to understand.
They fear a spread of Climate Poverty.
I fear the litter of bones, dead birds and beasts spread in our wake. But Nature will plough them into the dry soil, re-harvesting the minerals for new life forms to be enjoyed by new viruses making cell-factories operating anew, building life in novel ways.
She'll be okay, Nature. She and atmosphere are partners, able to go about their business just fine without humanity under foot.
Where will we have gone? We can't start again as "primitives": you can only be primal (first) once. Maybe we will pervade ("go on through") as pure consciousness. Per-haps. ("Through luck").
Maybe consciousness is what we descended from in the beginning before beginnings, before time was created by the weather of change.
The Climate is changing? What else would it do?
