POEM_: The Ecological Imperative - I
The Ecological Imperative - I Scaring Myself What is the bane of the man in the current era of over-information and under-understanding? I fear: it is he himself- the breeding man. And, like all sources of error, unlikely to recognize himself as his own nemesis. He breeds like a rat, unmindful of his being the plague to the world around and to himself, as well. He struts around on his little dung-hill wishing power over ever-larger heaps of refuse , he calls marketable products; feverishly replicating his pathetic little self over ever-increasing pockmarks on the face of this, the otherwise beautiful Planet Earth. Consuming ever-greater expanses of living panoramas and replacing them with saleable and unsaleable deserts of death; Congratulating himself, mistakenly for having conquered Nature, a miniscule part of which he himself actually is. Funny, how it escapes him that no part, which militates against its whole ever survives to tell the tale: the infected appendix, having surgicall...