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Saturday, May 27, 2006
Today, despite being 4 Thrimidge in the shire, and 26 April in the real world, is the Chernobyl accident anniversary.
Imagine, exactly 20 years ago, millions of lives were changed on this day, once more due to mankind's destructive nature. Once more mankind tried to prove it's existence in this world.
We certainly did, did we not?
We certainly are, are we not?
We strip away areas of land, of nature, of beauty, of what was supposed to be there, was originally there, should still be there.
We flaunt our terrestrial whip around, yank out what was green and fresh, annihilate that which belongs here, quash out lives which stand between us and our superficiality. We nullify the tender, the good, the living, the soulful.
We enter a place of comeliness, a sanctuary, and we plant our machines, unnatural, whirring, metallic, foul, grimy there, and saunter off to repeat the above steps, destruction in our wake.
And we expect nature not to fight back?
We think that we hold supreme power over the world, the universe, the galaxy?
Pitiful.
We are but insignificant, puny, miniscule, immaterial, negligible beings in a world controlled by God, akin to a speck of dust on a sheet of paper covering the Earth.
What right do we have to crack our whip, to lay ourselves down wherever we please?
You know what this is?
It's suicide.
We're killing ourselves.
Of course, being us, if we go down, we have to pull others down first.
What exactly do you want to prove?
That we are the only living things that should eat, sleep, drink in the world?
That the ability to think, and to organise things, as Aristotle said, is enough to define and prove the fact that we are the unchallenged rulers of the Earth, and no other being should have the right to live?
That animals should stand in a line, amble up to us, us, sitting in high thrones of fur and gold and silk and tusks, assume a pathetic, sorrowful, unworthy, shameful look, and gaze up with deepest reverance to us, human beings, homo sapiens?
That they should beg, with the upmost ability they have, for forgiveness, for the right to live, for sparing their death?
That we should remain in our high and mighty thrones, on a wasteland of what that was once a place of serrenity, and turn scornfully to them, with the relish and pompousness of dictators? Pitiful cretins, we would mutter.
This is not a beautiful world.
This is not a world.
It is a world of materialism, where we taunt and flaunt our impressive weapons, our machines, in the face of nature.
This is a world where we falter when Mother Nature responds with a curving yet devastating wave, tremor, disasters that overshadow Human exisitance.
This is a world that will die out, shrivel, in a matter of minutes in the big scale of things, if we continue to live this way.
~fin~
[ T-ray* ] blogged @ 5:51 AM
