5 November 2012
Dear Future,
I am writing to you in the hope that I can save you from that which destroyed us. In the hope that we have risen from the ashes as a better people. I hope you are not recieving this too late and realising, just as we did, that now, there is nothing you can do about it.
This planet is, simply put, spectacular. We have not, in my time, found a single planet, out of the hundreds of thousands of millions of them, that can compare with the beauty and magesty of our own planet Earth.
Nobody knows, even the smartest amongst us cannot explain why it is. There is only one difference between our planet Earth and the others. And it is the simple fact that there is life. In its many forms and splender it is life that makes us stand out from the rest. Life singles us out amongst the many stars that blanket our sky in the night time.
Just to sit and watch life busy about its business is simply the most amazing sight anybody could witness. Be it an ant carrying a breadcrumb back to its colony, or a goldfinch flitting about above a bubbling stream, maybe even a herd of elephant trekking across the savhanna. I can find no greater joy than in watching of the wondrous creatures simply living.
But it seems that few others amongst our kind feel the same way. For our planet is dying. And in your time it may already be dead. See, we believed that the natural world was limitless. That we could plunder its riches and they would simply grow back.
But it soon became apparent that this wasnt so, and some forward thinking people realised this and tried, so very hard, to get people to pay attention to what was going on around them. But to no avail, for we were blinded by material goods, and deafened by electronic music.
We had this music up so loud that we didnt notice that the birds had stopped singing. We were so focused on our reflection that we didnt see the final wilderness disapear. We didnt notice the millions of starving children we had taken the food from.
And we were at war. Terrorism, insurgents, poverty, racism, sexism, democracy, politics, gangs, segration, cults and so much more. But it was all in the aim of world peace. Everyone was searching for world peace.
Little did we know that no such thing existed and amongst all this noise, the voices of those forward thinking people were drowned out. And anybody who managed to be heard by anyone was labelled an extremist. A nutter. Crazy.
God was our last hope. We had realised to late the problem and whether it be Allah, God, Brahman or Zues, we prayed. We prayed 'til our throats were dry and our knees were locked. But we got no answer.
If there is in fact a God, it resigned itself to the fact that we were beyond help. We were beyond saviour, and we were a sacrifice. A warning to any who survive this wreck, to those who are left to clean up the mess we've made of the unique and special planet we live on.
When the storms rolled in and the lightening struck, we realised too late that money is worthless, and we were forced to face the consequences. Don't make the same mistake we did. Learn to love.
Regretfully, Your Past.
Learn To Love • Opuss № I