I received an email sometime back referring to an article in the NY Times about Kurt Vonnegut by author and filmmaker Dinitia Smith. The article ends with a quote from "Requiem" by Vonnegut:
"When the last living thing
has died on account of us,
how poetical it would be
if Earth could say,
in a voice floating up
perhaps
from the floor
of the Grand Canyon,
“It is done.”
People did not like it here."
Another of my favorite thinkers, George Carlin, said that we shouldn't worry about saving the planet—the planet will be fine—it's the humans who are in trouble.
I hope we can occupy this wet little rock for much longer and in some sort of harmony with it, but it is beginning to look doubtful. There is hope that the population growth rate is slowing, and perhaps there will be enough thinkers and doers to offset our waste and greed before it is too late.
If we don't survive, I hope the blue planet continues its journey without us and that other inhabitants enjoy it. However, I wonder if they will be able to create as we have. Will something as productive as Stephen Hawking's brain or as beautiful as a Leo Kottke guitar solo exist?
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