Haa! To create a new world, is to bring a new way of thinking, a new way of being, a new way of existing.
Ever wondered where we are heading? The destruction of the forest, the killing of animals, the every river front or sea front is devoid of sand, sand entombed with concrete, and we call it civilization.
To reverse this could destroy the dreams of lot of people, and disturb power equation. There is no way around it. We ought to be talking sustainability, and, we do in confines of our air conditioned ivory tower, eating out single use plastic containers, but there’s a sense in which it doesn’t matter that these people’s dreams are based on, embedded in, intertwined with, and formed by an inherently destructive economic and social system. Their dreams are still theirs, what right do I or you or anyone else have to destroy them?
At the same time what right do they have to destroy the world?
Ancient Indian thought says, when an era is destroyed the technology of that era goes, and with it the understanding. Yes, I the primordial being, in each am being awakened, like every slumbering soul that awaken, the moment of awakening is preceded by venting dreams, and dispelling the nightmare, You can call the scourge, as HIV, or look at 9/11, call me Tsunami the great flood, these are signs that I the primordial being am disturbed.
What do you think I am going to talk about some old well churned mythology, no, I am leaving that for another awakening, right now, and I am looking at the scourge, and would like you to ponder…?
There was time when recycle and repair was part on the macro the society and community that people existed in, like it was part of the micro the human body, it could heal itself. Forget these abstracts on simple note, if we cannot reuse or repair a thing, do we really own it? Do you develop the sense of pride and proprietorship that comes from maintains an object in fine working order? So how can we claim to own the world?
We invest something of ourselves in our material world, which in turn reflects who we are. In the era of disposability that plastic has helped us foster, we have increasingly invested ourselves in objects, that have no meaning in our lives. We think of disposable lighters as conveniences which they indisputably are, if in doubt ask, a smoker or a backyard barbecue chief—yet we don’t think much about the tradeoffs’ that convenience entails.
For all the environmental troubles the single-use shopping bags cause, the much greater impacts are in what they contain. Reducing the human foot prints means addressing fundamentally unsustainable habits, including the food habits, such as expecting strawberries in the depths of winter or buying of seafood that are being fished to the brink of extinction.
When you pop in your next anti-bacterial understand, you and I and all life on this planet are but colonies of unicellular beings, that makes the unicellular being the omnipotent, primordial being.
We are in a new world, a world in which the possibility of terrorism married up with technology could us very, very sorry that we didn’t act. I have begun to create transformation….and lo behold… I have the apostle of change who helps us connect, be mobile, without movement. She comes with the innovations and ideas that reduce the mess created by vehicles. https://parwatisingari.wordpress.com/2015/01/14/sheroes-tavleens-smartizens-in-a-smart-city/
The air we breathe is being destroyed, the birds rendered homeless, we ate the birds, wanted their songs to flow through our throats and burst out of our mouths so we ate them. We wanted their feathers to bud from our flesh. We wanted their wings to fly as they did, soar freely among the tree tops and clouds, so we ate them. We speared them, we clubbed them, we tangled their feet in glue, and we netted them we spitted on them we threw onto hot coals. It was of no use, we can’t fly without smoke and metal and as for eggs we don’t stand a chance. We mired in gravity, we are earthbound. We are ankle deep in blood and all because we ate them a long time ago when we still had the power to say no. I have sent my angel of transformation, from the old blood trenched world a savoir of the winged world.
We are spendthrifts with your life, the trick of living is to slip on and off the planet with least fuss you can muster. I’m not running for sainthood, after all I am the creator, I happen to think that in life we need to be a little like farmer, who puts back into the soil what he takes out. So for now I am healing the scars with my new world doers, these are not thinkers or preachers, they are doers.
Just in case you heed them not, then I have plan B, http://news.discovery.com/earth/oceans/plastic-eating-microbes-help-marine-debris-sink-140619.htm No matter how convenient most recent avatar of the plastic eating microbe is, remember that your cardiac shunts are but plastic.
- The better India .com
- Plastic a toxic love story Susan franked