Environmental apostasy

I’ve been perusing stuff that’s meant to inform debate about the future of a rapidly expanding population on the globe, and I’m sorely missing a fact that should be expressed at the start of each go-round.

Even if we assign a personality to our globe, it will do no good. At times, Mother Earth will appear as maternal as we want to make her. But, the demonic personification will out, as well, so our carefully tended image gets shattered.

We’d be better off realizing that we are ants, if you will, in an ant hill we did not fashion. At any moment in time, some geological, meteorological, cosmological or, dare I say it?, eschatological event can shatter our carefully tended illusions.

So it is with environmentalism. We can posture, invent, create to our hearts desire, but our earth can shrug us off as easily as, say bacon from a Teflon griddle.

It’s a hard truth, but if we want to be true to our earth and preserve our species, we’ve got to think along those lines. We fool ourselves into thinking our generation is a long span. It’s just a pinprick. We can prevent our efforts from being a complete crock by understanding this.

When we do, we can focus efforts to prolong our species on working without blinders. Our species will likely kill itself off if natural events don’t, if we don’t keep this in mind.

Sorry this is so bleak. It’s not even original. But it’s not being said enough.

Easily distracted

Warning: The following is kind of a bass-ackward analysis.

One mark of a good movie for me is how the visuals draw me.

I’ve watched Big Fish a couple of times, and that movie resonates deeply with me.

Evidence? I’ve begun watching the DVD again, this time with commentary by director Tim Burton. I can’t catch the commentary without closing my eyes. As soon as I open them, I’m lost in the visuals again.

I guess I can trust my intuition. Boy, I hope I don’t have to  watch a commentary to remind me of how entrancing a film is.