As long as I'm here...

    I might as well write something...
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​    Lately, my thoughts increasingly turn to bioregionalism as the only sane response to a human world gone mad.

    Somewhere back up the road we came in on, the human species took a wrong turn. There's no signposts on this road, so it's not surprising, but unsettling nonetheless.

    We turned our backs on the world of Life on the planet and strode smartly off in a different direction, ignoring our inseparable ties with the world we attempted to leave behind.

    Little did we know that this path we are on is not a series of separate roads but a network, a web, a system of roads that intersect wildly, go their own ways, then wind ineluctably back together. The road from a flower to a star is complex but tight. It cannot be severed. It cannot be ignored. It is part and parcel of our entire being on this planet.

    So the trick is, then, to figure out how to live as human beings on this planet of life without laying waste to the neighborhood and the neighbors and still find some sort of satisfaction in our own lives.

It seems like this should be easily achieved, and yet, we never arrive. There's always something and/or someone who draws us from the path, who throws obstacles at our feet, who pulls our eyes up from the mud and focuses them on a distant horizon that we can never reach.

    This is my quest, no matter how hopeless, for the rest of my life.