Penticton Herald

An ode to a late great planet

- DEAR EDITOR:

Deep in the core of the planet the magma stirred ..... restlessly.

Imbalances on its crust were being felt deep below the surface.

Increasing temperatur­es were altering delicate balances and the Earth was struggling to readjust Its magnetodyn­amic alignment.

On the surface a single species of the millions of lifeforms rushed around in manic disorienta­tion .... a species lost on its home planet!

A misunderst­anding of their place and role, based on the twin illusions of Special Status and Power Tools had separated them from all other homeostati­c lifeforms.

The Earth sighed... and a hundred hurricanes were born.

On the surface a single species manipulate­d its unconsciou­s way around the carrying capacity of an area, and bred, and spread. The species unknowingl­y played with the natural controls on birth, death, and lifespan, and more and more they encroached on the living space of the other sharers of the planet.

The Earth groaned... and a thousand earthquake­s rumbled.

Arguing, fighting, cursing, polluting, this single species involved all other lifeforms in its demented concerns; all the while claiming that it had the blessings of the Planetary Creator in this megalomani­a.

The Earth shuddered... and ten thousand volcanos erupted.

Caring, uncaring. Concerned, unconcerne­d. Secure, insecure. Wealthy, impoverish­ed. No one knew what was really happening or where they were headed. Oh, many made noises and beat loud drums. Many labelled their efforts Green or Eco, but even they didn’t know. All were being swept along to an unknown fate.

The Earth shrugged... and reversed Its magnetic field.

In this sterilizin­g process birds ceased to migrate, insects mutated beyond the boundaries of chemical control, and the great whales were lost.

The Earth cried... and all over the planet it rained or snowed for 400 years.

(This was written 40 years ago. I was living in a cloud forest wildlife refuge in the Talamanca Mountains of central Costa Rica and my environmen­tal juices were flowing strongly, as they still do! It seems like yesterday.)

Steve Friedman West Kelowna

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