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lenora_roseI wonder sometimes.
I wonder how it is that even people near and dear to me can doubt we're not only capable, but well on the way to breaking the planet.
I wonder how it is that I can even consider the idea of bringing a child into this world. If there's world enough in the next few decades.
I don't wonder why i write the stories I do. because God, if magic existed, if Finno were real, he'd sure as hell have found some power that could do the trick, and thrown himself and everything he could offer at its feet, and saved the Gulf and Nigeria. And he doesn't live in those places; the people who do would have mustered enough power for it. In Damina-Earth, not this earth, things would have been done to curtail the damage we've been doing all along to our atmosphere. It wouldn't happen all the time, or all at once, very often, because most people can barely muster the interest to work past their circle of dear friends very often at all (Finno certainly doesn't. And most of the time, he has every right not to; one cannot weep for the entire world. One must choose.) But for oil rain and a vast stream like blood pouring out of the ocean? That's too big to ignore.
(And true, the consequence of that sort of outpouring of magic means it wouldn't be quite so blinking obvious that the people in charge are irresponsible sociopaths driven by shareholder and legal demands that force them to behave like even less responsible sociopaths. Because the consequences would be quietly erased, the doomsayers who prove to be speaking truth would seem to be overstating. But you know what? I'd be okay with letting a few people who deserve hanging Not Hang, and a few people who deserve praise be shrugged aside even worse than they are here, where they're proven right, if it meant the rest of the world didn't have to hang with them.)
And I wonder why I'm feeling down this week, when personal things are mostly holding steady or even looking better.
The Ark came to Ararat
Touched the mountaintop
Noah took a rain check
Saw the rain had stopped
Waste and Desolation
Silent as can be
Noah sent a raven
to see what he could see.
"Raven, fly like a black flag unfurled
What did you find going up and down the world?"
"Oil," said the raven. "Oil is what I found
Oil in the water, leaking like a wound
Shining like a rainbow
Like a rainbow drowned."
(John Jones, Ian Telfer, Alan Prosser)
I wonder how it is that even people near and dear to me can doubt we're not only capable, but well on the way to breaking the planet.
I wonder how it is that I can even consider the idea of bringing a child into this world. If there's world enough in the next few decades.
I don't wonder why i write the stories I do. because God, if magic existed, if Finno were real, he'd sure as hell have found some power that could do the trick, and thrown himself and everything he could offer at its feet, and saved the Gulf and Nigeria. And he doesn't live in those places; the people who do would have mustered enough power for it. In Damina-Earth, not this earth, things would have been done to curtail the damage we've been doing all along to our atmosphere. It wouldn't happen all the time, or all at once, very often, because most people can barely muster the interest to work past their circle of dear friends very often at all (Finno certainly doesn't. And most of the time, he has every right not to; one cannot weep for the entire world. One must choose.) But for oil rain and a vast stream like blood pouring out of the ocean? That's too big to ignore.
(And true, the consequence of that sort of outpouring of magic means it wouldn't be quite so blinking obvious that the people in charge are irresponsible sociopaths driven by shareholder and legal demands that force them to behave like even less responsible sociopaths. Because the consequences would be quietly erased, the doomsayers who prove to be speaking truth would seem to be overstating. But you know what? I'd be okay with letting a few people who deserve hanging Not Hang, and a few people who deserve praise be shrugged aside even worse than they are here, where they're proven right, if it meant the rest of the world didn't have to hang with them.)
And I wonder why I'm feeling down this week, when personal things are mostly holding steady or even looking better.
The Ark came to Ararat
Touched the mountaintop
Noah took a rain check
Saw the rain had stopped
Waste and Desolation
Silent as can be
Noah sent a raven
to see what he could see.
"Raven, fly like a black flag unfurled
What did you find going up and down the world?"
"Oil," said the raven. "Oil is what I found
Oil in the water, leaking like a wound
Shining like a rainbow
Like a rainbow drowned."
(John Jones, Ian Telfer, Alan Prosser)
