Earth. Six billion people. Six billion souls. Six billion futures and six billion pasts. And all we look at is one present – our own. How many times a day do you think of anybody else? How many times do you think of Big Things. Like famine, Global Warming, tornados, tsunamis, hurricanes, earthquakes, war, genocide, homicide, rape... The Apocalypse ? What if The End really is near? Have you ever thought about that?
'I can't stop this. We have damaged our selves and our planet so severely that even if we stop doing everything that harms the planet it would still need at least a century before it can restore itself to its 'former glory'. That's it. We just screwed up our planet. And even if you star using special bulbs you're still going to fry this summer thanks to the 'Greenhouse Effect'. That's reality. If we die in 2012 it will only be for the better. At least we won't get to see our planet turning into Mars.'
And there it is – with a speech just like that we've talked ourselves into thinking that we can do nothing for our planet and that buying bulbs and hybrids and drinking from a glass bottle is just crap that our politicians sell us.
Oh, pity to us, the poor humans that shall never embrace the green fields of the Promised Land and shall never breathe the air of the Angels' breath and see the light of God! Well, it was us that built ugly concrete block of flats that look more like 'Satan's Loo' than ' God's Villa'. If I recall right, we again (naturally... do we do every stupid thing here?) made cars and stinky factories that polluted the air turning it into a poster land for 'Heaven For Tuberculosis Patients And Tobacco Addicts'. Oh, and as a result of both we can't even see the sky from skyscrapers and smog! Yeah, we just made the best we could from the Earth that we were given! Why, we used God's gift to us the best way we could...Only, when you take something you're supposed to give something back!Which, of course we didn't do...Why should we clean our home – let's just live in our own excrements. And now we complain? Seriously?! I mean, OK! Screw over the Earth and spit in Nature's face but it's just downright insolent to whine about it now! If you want to help - help! If you wish to do something about this and save at least a bit of whatever is left of our home then do it! But if you're going to just sit around and wait for Armageddon, while complaining about it to everyone in your path... Well, do it quietly.
If you want to get a better picture of the whole situation, here. Imagine a huge house - it's all beautiful with a gigantic pool that takes three quarters of the yard and is so good that even has a water bar in it, filled with every cocktail you can imagine! The house itself is white with very luxurious exterior and interior – you know, leather love seats, fluffy carpets, huge plasma TV, a stereo with the best sound and the compact discs of all your favorite bands,a bedroom with a king-sized bed, a bathroom with a hot tub, a mini bar and a kitchen filled with the most delicious exotic fruit on Heaven and Earth! Now, everything is perfectly set for you and you move in after you won from the lottery. At first you are alone and everything is pretty much fine. But then you invite your friends and family over to have a party. You head for the kitchen first and eat so much that the trash can gets overfilled, so you start throwing things on the floor, making its white, pretty color turn a dirty shade of gray. Then, you go into the living room to watch some TV and you decide to play 'LEGO' – you build your buildings so tall though, that pieces start falling on you heads and break furniture, and you play the music so loud that its force starts breaking the windows.
You run away to the pool. You throw yourselves in with your dirty clothes, some of you even forgetting to throw away your food. You sit at the water bar and get drunk, breaking the bottles and throwing them into the pool's glassy clear water, making it dirty, polluting it with your own filth. You get cold and soaked and go into the garden. One of you tells you that there is a treasure in the ground, so you start digging.You dig up the whole yard, but find nothing of great use. Now, as a result you only have ruined soil, not usable for planting food. You get tired from all the digging and drinking and eating and you go into the loud, broken house. Of course, you are too drunk on your own excitement about the wild night to notice how ruined the house is. You go into the bedroom to sleep but then, you have just one bed. It might be king-sized, but still one. You fight for it. Some of you get hurt but nobody cares. One person gets to sleep on the bed. It is now bloody and the covers are ripped and dirty, but whoever won it, lies on it with pride and honor.
Everybody else arrange themselves around the bed but nobody assists others. There is a fouls stench of betrayal, pain, and hatred in the air. In the morning you wake up with headaches feeling hurt and alone. You look around at the whole mess and you realize what you have done to your home. Terrified, you run to the yard and look over the tall fences only to see that you are on a rotten piece of land in the middle of space. This ruined house is all you have. Once again, with despair, you look around the yard and the house, the pool still filled with garbage, the soil still dug up, the music inside the house still pumping loud. All windows broken, whether from the music, you wild dances or your fighting. All, except one. You hurry over to that last place of hope. The bathroom. That's all you have left. You look in the mirrors and see your dirty, wrenched, wild reflections and realize you are far more barbarian and uncivilized now, than you were when you moved in from 'Poor Land'...
I hope that helped you see things better.I don't even dare to hope that it made you save the Earth. If you don't want to, nothing can make you do it. But what I really wanted was for you to know what you have done. So that maybe you will realize how much trouble we are in this time and, for at least a second, feel just a twinge of guilt. Call me cruel, but I feel like you should know your fault and the consequences. This is the least we owe to our home for all we've done.
