Tyger Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? – William Blake
by William Blake
here’s a fearful symmetry going on, one that seems to have gone unnoticed, but that needs to find its way into general consciousness pronto, and it’s this: that what we do to the Living World in pursuit of our cult of more, so the Living World rhymes in devastating ways of its own.
The case is best made with examples. Here are a few.
- Cut enough forests and the Living World gets into the act and burns down the rest.
- Drain enough aquifers and the Living World responds by bringing about biblical drought.
- Impoverish enough soil, and the Living World takes care to blow the rest away, a kind of Gobi Desert Effect.
- Heat the oceans enough, and the Living World will turn up the thermostat on you for a hundred thousand years. And that’s being optimistic.
- Disregard the Living World enought, and the Living World will sooner or later disregard you out of existence.
In short, for every corporate-initiated, corporate-friendly tit there’s a more or less rhyming Gaia-initiated tat.
If there is any more powerful reason for changing our ways tout de suite, reconciling with the Living World sooner than later, and getting on with the business ASAP, I’m sure I really don’t know what it is or could be.