Ah, the sun, isn’t it beautiful. It’s easy to take it for granted, especially when it’s always around and we never have to work for it. That said, there seems to be an unwritten pact between nature and man (humans), where we seem to believe no matter how terrible the day, or how badly we treat this planet, the sun will still rise, and all will be well.
This unwavering constant has seemingly led us all into a state of denial, a delusion which permeates society and defies all logic. It simply goes against a natural sense of self preservation. This is where we live; it is our home. So, then, why wouldn’t we want to take better care of it.
We then deny, ignore, and push aside all responsibility, continuing to buy into the belief that there’s nothing to be done. No matter how much garbage we dump into the ocean, or how many cars we drive into a clouded haze — there can’t be enough toxins to hurt her — Mother Nature is tough.
I will agree that much.
That is, until the sun forgets to rise — one day bleeds into the other — and we’re all left in the dark wondering if there was something more we could have done.
This place we all momentarily call home — this land we leave to our children. Where will they go when the sun is long forgotten?
Will there be enough candles to light their way?
I guess we’ll just hang little plastic neon suns in their windows — I’m sure they’ll never know the difference.
Science will then create artificial illumination — so that when the day comes — where the sun no longer rises — they will surely give themselves a pay raise and call it progress.