Monthly Archives: October 2018

1.5 or 2 – Hmmm decisions, decisions…

The Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change released its latest report in which it details the differences between a 1.5 and 2 degree Celsius rise in global temperature. Our prime minister said it was a report about the world and not Australia and the leader of the opposition said fossil fuel will always be part of Australia’s energy mix. Neither is serious about tackling climate change and as for the Greens, they remain primarily preoccupied with the contents of underpants.

The truth is that it’s not a choice between 1.5 and 2 and going as we are we have no hope of temperature rise stopping at 2 degrees and are already well on track for Earth becoming a different planet within the lifespan of anyone who is a teenager today. Thank fuck says the prime minister and leader of the opposition they can’t vote! As for for the Greens, the only message they have for youth if that, well, you don’t have to be a girl if you don’t want to.

Three pictures. One of the local dry cleaning store, of a broken window and a busker. Can’t be too careful today with subject matter when you are allegedly the mastermind of a criminal organization. Which sounds like another way of saying, ‘leader of a fossil-fuel-funded political party’.

Black and white photograph of the dry cleaner's store in Katoomba New South Wales Australia.

 

Black and white photograph of an old man busker playing the harmonica in Katoomba New South Wales, Australia.

 

Black and white photograph of a broken window in Penrith New South wales, Australia creating outline of what could be to cloaked characters in dystopian landscape.

Blessings.

End of Civilization.

A cross post from my other site. LOL – a bit busy or is it a bit lazy?

Getting frustrated with the art thing, wondering what purpose it can still serve now that we – the human species – are well into an extinction event of our own making. I mean like, why make any form of text, visual or written, when soon there would no one left to read it? Should we not just make love, relax on a beach, contemplate the beauty of what remains of nature?

I was discussing this apocalypse just the other day with someone, asking ourselves whether it could be at all possible that we are the last generations of our species and if so, what purpose did the lives of all who came before us serve, their struggles and sacrifices, indeed what purpose does the Universe serve if there is nothing that can turn around and look back at it? Rocks and fireballs orbiting around each other for no reason other than it’s fun, but again fun for whom?

Of course there is now the near certainty there is other self-aware and technology-capable life in the Universe but that is not proven beyond doubt and even if the case then do we humans want to be forever remembered as the species that failed? What a sad end for a species capable of creating truly great art, science and technology?

I personally believe that and especially if we are alone in the Universe and the ‘big bang’ of conscientiousness occurred on planet Earth, the Universe would not allow our extinction. Extinct, Satan wins the war of angels. I believe there would be survivors but who would have one hell of a job rebuilding hopefully a better civilization and that will over a million years spread out throughout our Galaxy and beyond. It’s within our reach, if we don’t give up.

So, I think there is good reason to continue as best we can in whatever it is we do. We can’t all be Mozarts, but we can be ourselves.

Fence and bridge in Katoomba New South Wales, Australia.Photograph by Paul Nyssen.

Fencing off an empty space?!