For the second night in a row, I've had this reoccurring dream. In this dream I am me: that is; I am lucid, and I am looking at a once-beautiful mountain. Crawling up the side of this mountain is new urban sprawl: McMansion houses; big trucks excavating the soil; destruction. I am standing in the older part of this urban sprawl and I notice the trees were planted after this sprawl was built. I thought to myself: "Why didn't we just leave this mountain alone? It was beautiful as it was. Why do we need to plant trees
after we destroy a beautiful place? Is it to gloss over the fact we completely destroyed an area that was doing fine without us? Are we trying to trick ourselves into thinking we aren't bad for the environment?"
And then I woke up.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again because I believe it: There will be nothing beautiful in the future. There will be no wide, open spaces for play or recreation. There will be no unspoiled wilderness areas. There will be no clean oceans or lakes. Humans will cut down everything, pave over everything, and pollute everything before we realize we don't really need another housing sub-division or shopping mall. By that time the Earth will be ugly and barren. I find the idea even more frightening knowing that I'll be alive long enough to see this inevitable future.
Good-bye. It was nice knowing you...even for a little while.⊗
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