This is what I just wrote to my Spanish friend, Pedro P., who reacted wisely to a piece by George Monbiot. Just to make it crystal clear, I want to be in the Light and think pleasant, peaceful thoughts. They are essential to my biological survival. "Well, dear Pedro, when I listen to most people, and listen carefully to what they have to say (a very rare skill nowadays, when every human bonobo tries to outshout all other bonobos with their logorrheic narcissistic performances), I see and feel the shreds of a brightly painted fabric torn into small random pieces, stirred and thrown up into the air, and falling on me silently like snowflakes. Each fabric snowflake may make sense, but together they certainly do not. And the person who throws these flakes at me feels reassured by the sheer number of them; the more the truer. Scientists excel at scattering around the oft-unedited products of their subconsciousness that are self-contradictory, illogical flake-by...
In this blog, I continue to write about the environment, ecology, energy, complexity, and humans. Of particular interest to me are human self-delusions and mad stampedes to nowhere.