Culture, Musings

The More We Try The Worse We Become

Is there anything we humans can get right?

While Catholics fret over a new Fuhrer (sorry, Pope)
and North Korea’s new ass-dictator plays schoolboy games with nuclear weapons
and American Republicans filibuster everything under the sun
and hip-hop rappers front about how they roll and how much paper money they are making
and Islamists burn flags and effigies and dream about virgins in heaven
and authorities imprison petty thieves then bail out financial crooks
and the English obsesses over Wayne Rooney and the cost of nannies
and …. oh what the hell … the rest of the insanities of the human condition

Meanwhile we destroy the only home we have and (probably) will ever have. Planet Earth.
We are insane and that’s official.
But what can I do? What will I do?

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2013/mar/08/spain-sperm-whale-death-swallowed-plastic

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Musings

Water

There’s a half moon over London tonight. Many thousand nights I have gazed upward, stunned by this giant rockĀ  hitched at the gravitational hip to us. Sometimes it smiles a wicked smile, a smile so wide you could hear a chuckle. Other times, it just glows white, the biggest white circle in the sky. I have wondered often what it would be like to traverse its shadows. Wander it’s mounds and peer at whatever is on the other side. The dark side we never see. And what would Earth look like from there. Ooh, the earth is fifty times the volume of its little sister. That’s big! If a full moon can look so damn chunky from here, the earth from there would literally take one’s breath away. How blue would it look? Gosh, it would be bulbous and riveting. My heart would burst for longing. Longing to get back. What would I miss? Water. The sea. Rain. Liquid drops and the feel of H20 on my skin – cool when the weather’s hot and the other way round too. Quench thirsting water. I’d miss the sky and sun rays piercing through the clouds. Electromagnetic waves playing tricks on my retina. A rainbow at the end of my street. The wind, as it brushes your face on its speedy way to a funky low pressure party. Air, oxygen, clear and fresh away from the city. Green, green leaves, oh yes, photosynthesis, the mother of life. I’d want to see trees, plants, flowers, butterflies – the whole lot. Fish in the sea, even whales and dolphins. Beautiful earth. When the lights go out, I’d want to see you again. But water especially. The cradle of life.