235 – A Dream …

In my dream, I was somewhere out in deep space observing from afar a desolate Mars-like planet. My position, as if I was standing on the Moon looking down at Earth, was stationary, but I was much closer to the planet than the Moon is to Earth; so close, in fact, that I could hear the tremendous roar of the planet as it revolved around its axis.

Like the Earth, the planet revolved in a west to east direction, but an entire revolution lasted only an hour. This means that from my position, I got to see the same topography every hour.

As the planet rotated with symmetrical precision, I was also able to discern fading patterns … barely visible signs on its surface left by eons of gravitational and evolutionary processes. But there was nothing else. No telling signs of present activity.

Hour after hour, I saw the same unchanged surfaces appear and disappear as the planet rotated in front of me. But all of a sudden, I noticed something different, something entirely new. A little dark spot had appeared in the West right on the planet’s equatorial belt. I noticed it immediately because it stood out from the dullness and monotony of its surroundings. At first, I could not believe my eyes and thought it was a fluke of my imagination. But then the little spot continued to move towards the East with the rotation of the planet until it disappeared behind the horizon in the East. I sat there, flabbergasted, hardly able to wait and see if it was going to reappear again in the West. And lo and behold, exactly half an hour later, there it was again. Without any doubt now, the little spot was a feature of the planet.

After a few more rotations, I noticed that the spot was not only getting bigger but was also changing into the shape of a teardrop. I realized that the reason for the change in shape was that the spot was beginning to move towards the West, and because it was moving counter to the rotation of the planet, a comet-like tail was beginning to trail behind it.

Now, used to its presence, I noticed that its color was a brilliant emerald-green and that the tail was fanning out, increasingly covering a larger portion of the planet’s surface. The spot was strikingly beautiful in contrast to the barren background.

In several more rotations, it grew into a continent-sized triangle, intensely green in its westward arrowhead, and faintly lighter in its fan-like tail. It was now clear that what started as an insignificant spot was transforming the entire planet.

As it continued to expand, covering now more than half the surface of the planet, it reached a point where the arrowhead touched its own tail, and in a few more rotations it covered the entire planet.

Then something incredible happened: The counterforce of the emerald-green triangle towards the West, grown greatly, began to slow down the rotation of the planet towards the East, and within a few more rotations the whole thing came to a standstill. And then, slowly, very slowly, the planet began to rotate towards the West.

A critical mass had been reached. A barren world had been transformed. And a beautiful emerald-green planet reigned brilliantly in the immensity of space.

As I pondered the significance of my dream, our capacity to transform our world came to mind; the capacity, for instance, that prompted our exponential growth with the advent of the Industrial Revolution, and with it, the waste with which we have polluted the environment that has supported our evolution for thousands of years. We have thrown out of balance the chemical equilibrium of the environment, and, as a result, we are now facing a crisis that although unintentionally at the beginning, is now threatening our survival.

Scientific warnings have been loud and clear for decades on the dire impact of our actions on the environment, but for the sake of greed and selfishness, we have paid no heed. Even now, when the signs of environmental upheaval are bearing upon us, a substantial number of people, especially in the industrialized nations, seem incapable of accepting the fact that WE ARE THE CULPRIT.

We have reached a point in our evolution when there is no other choice but to face the consequences of what we have created.

In the evolutionary history of the Earth, some catastrophic events have thrown the planet out of equilibrium and demanded lengthy periods of time for the planet to adjust or change. But the planet always did. Will we?

My hope is that, if we can find no solution to our crisis, those who may survive the aftermath of Nature’s response to our onslaught come together, globally, with a vision of a new paradigm based not on greed, deceit, and destruction, but on the knowledge that in the scheme of Nature, we are one of its myriad manifestations, and that because we have had the chance to awaken to the beauty and fragility of our planet, may, as the ‘spot’ in my dream, set us in a rational direction.

It is just a dream. But dreams do come true.

Revised February 2022

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2 Responses to “235 – A Dream …”

  1. Mundo says:

    Dear Kirk,
    Thank you for your commnet and support. And yes, that is my hope, that we have the chance to build something different.
    Warmest regards,

  2. kirk says:

    Delightful writing for our start to this decade. Thanks again.
    Along the line of planet and co-inhabitants, I have watched, mostly silently, to the pillage and adamant belief in the right to eat or use every living thing by some individuals. These include our confined stuffing of chickens and tigers (the latter of which evidently there are twice the number raised solely for products as are in the “wild”). I spent a 50 year carrier endeavoring to show industry how to limit waste discharges at reasonable costs. Yes with some victories for zero discharges but way to few.
    Since we have eaten/misused all the Chinese Paddelfish (a very large animal) recently as we did the mammoths earlier, we can trash all others. It will be lonely with just plastic and concrete everywhere but we will build something different.
    Upon a quiet fall evening I can almost hear (well, maybe just recall) the sound of migrating fowl. — Delightful!

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