We’ve been hearing a lot about what will happen in 2050 if humans don’t change our ways.
Make that 2021.
As far as our abilities and circumstances permit, we must change the way we think and live.
The change must be radical — root-level.
The change must encompass deep empathy and awareness.
This is our challenge if we live on Earth now.
After posting an update similar to this on Facebook, I took a look at my vegan friends’ replies: It’s already too late.
It’s True, of Course. We Can’t Go Back.
For so many aspects of the Anthropocene, it is — quite suddenly — way too late to turn back the clock.
Still, I want to live by that adage about planting the tree even if we know the world will end tomorrow.
In fact, better than planting the tree is leaving the trees where they are in the first place. As vegans, that’s essentially what we do.
Even if the world as we know it will end tomorrow.
Ethics Count Anyway.
There are reasons, I suspect, that we have an ethical faculty, and we strive to heed its guidance.
We are, at the end of the day, embodied energy in the universe. We’d do well to represent what we most respect — flawed and confounded though we might be.
Never before has a generation faced what we’re facing now. Sure, the Anthropocene was put in motion long ago. But here we are, the late-20th and early 21st century people, witnessing the results.
Let me ask. How are you coping, as an aware vegan on the edge of the human-driven bio/geological breakdown?
While there is still so much to love, protect, respect, admire, enjoy, adore. While it is never too late to love.
Of Course, Vegans Felt the Trauma All Along.
We knew we’d lost the aurochs forever, while purpose-bred cattle cover the world.
We saw pet shops and pet supply stores smother the land that was once the home of the wolves and wildcats — free-living forebears of pets.
We knew the cattle, the calves, the pigs, the birds, and sometimes horses too, were passing by, a stone’s throw away on the ever-widened roadways, en route to their death at the hands of tired and injured workers.
We knew about the animals caged in university labs. We knew the zoos had captured polar bears and orcas, the federal government was killing free-living carnivores by the hundreds of thousands, and dolphins were forced into everything from TV acting to “assisted therapy” to fancy dinner entertainment. We knew we’d exhausted the bees.
We Became Aware of Our Membership in the Master Class.
So, some time ago, our unconscious allegiance to our own kind turned into conscious critique.
And the pain of a conscious and critical mind, we knew, is nothing like the pain the animals feel. We came to know survivor’s guilt as an unspoken element of the vegan experience.
After the fabulous vegan food was cleared off the table, we went home and thought to ourselves: The most vital nourishment is understanding, support, and love from another who knows.
It still is.
A few years ago I wrote:
Consider that a transformation of our human identity will spare us, and every other biological community on Earth, from enduring an endless string of gradually or abruptly worsening emergencies whose roots we fail to address. Consider, if you will, relinquishing the human assumption that the Earth is ours.
That’s new territory. We’re going to need skills. We’re going to need each other.