TibetanMonkey wrote:
>In the end
>China and America will either
>fight over resources or
>the extra pollution will tip the balance
>toward climate change much sooner.
Those are the only two options?
>Sorry, but wisdom doesn't come in cookies.
Is wisdom found in the narrow mind?
>Reality sinks in as the
>Wisdom of the Jungle prevails.
Innovation is often a reality.
There may not be any
"fight over resources" nor any
"extra pollution" nor
"climate change much sooner" after
the asteriod slams into Earth.
And that's the good news.
Before any of those events occur
there might be something else,
something far worse.
Or, none of those things may happen.
New resources may be invented, discovered,
or handed to Earthlings by the Ancient Astronauts.
Climate change might not occur as the mini-ice age
rounds the solar portals of your magnetosphere.
After your planet is consumed by the Giant
Plasma Ball as your Sun expands to engulf Earth,
your worries will be over. But wait! There's more!
Long before that happens
you will have ceased to exist in bodily form
many, many, great many millions of years;
having turned back into the dust
out of which you were animated at first
by Life itself as it took shape, as you.
Your nation-state of mind, concerned
such as it is with arbitrary lines drawn in vain,
will have ceased its prattle in flavour of m'ore
being in terms of Being, as you shall be.
This Being of your being will be resting in peace
in a vast ocean of Nonbeing, similar to how stars
shine froth in the emptiness of distances between
all things, taken for granted, as given.
What is pollution for you
might be fertilizer for your offspring,
all those trillions of bacteria living off you
springing into colonies of Life upon your body.
Why deprive them?
What you concern yourself with, as countries,
corner you brain with lines and limitations,
when in reality they exist only in your mind.
Looking at Earth from space,
Ancient Astronauts do not see countries.
Nor do they worry about pollution. Bikes are toys
for boys, and girls, to ride around on. Fun
instruments to play with.
It sounds, however, is if yours rides you
into a blind alley of thought. The bars bind you
behind handles grabbing you by your fears.
Do you ever go with no hands?