 25 Jan 2004 @ 18:29, by John Ashbaugh
Where have we come from?
Where are we going?
How far back do we wish to inquire?
How far forward would we like to imagine?
When we stepped out of the trees onto the savannah?
When we noticed the stars turning in circles over our heads?
When we discovered the voicing of words and sentences with one another?
We know that we now stand on the threshold of global population adjustments the likes of which we can only begin to fathom. The machinery of selfishness, money and war is effecting critical side-effects on environmental chemistry and biology. One can imagine that the members of the human community who are furthest removed from urban configurations would have a better survival quotient, although ultimately, who becomes left may just as well be a function of relative pure chance. Various timelines of astronomical, economic, climatological, demographic, and half-life phenomena are presented to the emerging generation to consider during the steps we will be taking into tomorrow. There is a legacy to carry which reaches far back into our ancestral homes. The answer is to the question of what it means to be human? What are we?
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“The religion of personal salvation is eclipsed by a faith whose question and answer are matters of order in the universe. Religion of that kind can crack your mind open the way lightning splits a pine, leaving the wind to howl through the scorched divide.”
Kingsolver, Barbara. (1995) Creation Stories, (in) High Tide in Tucson, Essays from Now or Never. New York: Harper Collins
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