This is a difficult time of the year to live through. It’s the end of summer, still hot in south Texas, and likely to stay hot until the middle or end of October. It’s an election year, and it’s been a much longer campaign than usual. One convention is halfway over and we still have the other one coming up–just as Hurricane Gustav makes landfall, possibly in the same place that the infamous Katrina did 3 years ago, almost to the day! How’s that for competition? And then there’s Hanna churning her way towards the eastern US coast after that…
It’s very hard for people to keep their everyday lives on track with all of this going on. And we do have lives, though that doesn’t seem to be important to the powers that be. This planet could get along fine without the billions of human beings, plus the animals and insects inhabiting her outer crust, plus all the aquatic species in her oceans. All she really needs are the bacteria and the plants. In fact, I doubt that she notices us; with one slap of a giant hand, she can wipe out thousands of us. We, however, are not so easy to get rid of. We insist on making heroic efforts to rebuild, making ourselves stronger in the process. Why? Because she is our home, we have nowhere else to live, and we have an undeniable physical connection to her, since our bodies are made of her elements and we give them back when we die. Because by breathing her atmosphere, our life processes are possible.
It is a year like this that make one wonder about all the big questions, and wonder to whom the answers are important. To each one of us, certainly. We hope there is some reason for our being here at all, that our absence would make a difference, and that one day we will know the answers to all those huge questions. But we have been asking them for so long, and getting nothing better than “because I said so!”
Meanwhile, I lo-o-o-n-ng for November.