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“Life and death are of supreme importance. Time swiftly passes by and opportunity is lost. Each of us should strive to awaken. Awaken! Take heed, do not squander your life.”

It’s Monday.

Another week of legal toings and froings.

Still, I’m here: coffee poured and right now our crazed puppy, Eddie, is chasing a Father Christmas ball around the kitchen; he couldn’t be happier. And of course, I’ve got music playing.

Life — beautifully and effortless unfolding.

As you know, I’m short on solutions. In many ways, I abhor them because they excuse us from asking a more pertinent or better question that might make us think beyond what we’re doing or have allowed to happen earth-wise over the course of our life. For now, though, I’m going to make a slight exception and, whilst it might seem blindingly obvious what I’m about to say (and has been said repeatedly before), I need to or feel the need to put it out there:

The only way we’ll save our sorry souls from the mess we’ve inflicted on mother earth and our near-certain demise (over the next, say, 100 years) is to wake up.

You might ask, in what sense?

Well, to wake from our narcissistic torpor and escape our deep addiction to our anthropocentric mindset that continues to obscure or leave us stranded from the calamity that’s coming down the track.

Easier said than done, you say.

How right you are.

But, however you do it, it’s the only way, collectively, we stand a chance of saving ourselves.

We won’t, though — sadly!

I mean, even to suggest my brand of awakening sounds close to the edge of advocating for another cult. But what’s so wrong with someone (or some-thing) stepping forward and inviting us to look within? Nothing. Trouble is, we’re so busy running our lives, that we feel we’ve no time for much else save, and I know it’s a cheap point, a holiday or retreat or to step off the treadmill of conformity.

I recognise that even writing these words sounds like magical or is that delusional thinking, but all I’ll say is that when at last we wake up to the existential crisis, it will be too late. Too late to save the millions upon millions of people that will die as the world collapses all around them.

Just to be clear, I’m not putting myself out there as an exemplar of anything; but if there’s one thing I can say, as to where I stand on the waking up scale, it’s this: for a long time now I’ve felt a deep, foreboding dread about where we’re headed — it’s deep in my bones. And that means (as much as others would prefer if I played a different record), I know I’ve got no choice but to speak up and continue to stay very close to the ground and listen — listen as if my life depended on it.

And I’ll keep doing it, god willing, until the day I die.

Anyhow, it’s time to get with today’s programme.


— Julian

ecological pessimist — influenced by Zapffe, Benatar, Thacker