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Hope is a silly word. It’s a helpless word. We can’t hope for things to happen, otherwise they won’t happen. 

The extreme weather that we’re experiencing across the globe is no coincidence. The Earth has passed the tipping point. In our snapshot of time, we are at a critical point in human history. We have to rise above a sinking ship. We are nearing the end of a sustainable world. We have crossed the horizon into an unknown sphere. 

We continue to burn. 

Siberia is warming. Once the permafrost releases millions of years of carbon into the atmosphere our deserts will become ever dryer, ocean levels will rise, floods will become more frequent and all of the Biblical apocalyptic visions will become a reality. 

Even the ancients knew we were destined to be our own demise. 

It seems as though we have become Icarus. Nobody could have imagined how close to the Sun we soared with our seemingly limitless capacity for technology and innovation. But now we’ve opened the jaws of Oblivion.  

We’ve fallen back to Earth. We continue to kill the oceans, to burn fossil fuels and natural gases while corporations pretend they’re going green.  Mass production made life too simple. It killed us. 

I no longer hope. I can only do what I can, which isn’t much considering the time we have. Never blame the people. We live in a system that makes it nearly impossible for the 99% to live a green, sustainable life. That’s for rich people. And the real rich people have no interest in saving the world. 

So what do we do? Where do we go from here, in 2021 AD?  We have the answers. We’ve had the answers for decades. Stop emitting carbon into the atmosphere, stop throwing shit into the oceans, and reuse the stuff that we have. We are incredibly intelligent. Our problem solving capabilities are the best in our known universe. Nobody else is going to save us, so we have to stop hoping. 

Cuz hope is a silly word. 


'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.


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