But like, I'm not scared. It's not demons. The only time I really seriously consider moving is when I sit down in a rational mood and do the maths behind the problems we face. Its only then that I feel that the task we face may be just a tad too big! Then I feel myself resisting the facts, and thinking that I must stay, you know, I belong here and all the usual arguments. I'm not suggesting that I would run for the hills in some sort of survival mode.Andy Hunt wrote:Unfortunately or fortunately, I don't really think we have as much control over our own destinies as we would like to believe. Yes we can influence them, but we are also products of our circumstances.
Those who run to the hills may really only be running from the demons inside their heads, running away from their own fears. Trouble is, their fears will follow them wherever they may run. There is no hiding from monsters if they inhabit your brain.
If you can't live in paradise, may as well do your best to try to make the place where you do actually live into the paradise you would like it to be, that's the way I look at it. Naive? Maybe. But a new day will dawn for those who stand long . . . and the forests will echo with laughter.
(urban forests included)
I'm kind of thinking that the way life will likely be (see the Heinberg telegraph article) will be a nice life, and that I needent wait for it to happen here, when it is already happening in some places, i.e. low fossil fuel agricultural communities.