A recent article on a relatively new phenomenon called seabed mining caught my attention yesterday. New discoveries in marine geology have led to a gold rush at the bottom of the ocean, a frenzied search which will likely never be tempered by a careful analysis of its side effects. There’s gold in them thar waters and ain’t nobody gonna get in their way.
I fear for our race, for our decreasing attention span and our insatiable hunger for material wealth. There is nothing wrong with wealth, in fact, it expands the potential scope of human creative expression when used rightly. But when wealth is pursued at any cost it invariably leaves its mark.
How far can we push the earth before she snaps? I hope we never find out. Children like to test their parents to determine the envelope of tolerance. Children in adult bodies do the same with respect to Father Time and Mother Earth. We have a lot of work to do if we are to have a world where adults are once again running the show.
Life as we know it exists in a narrow range. Consciousness, for instance, is partly the result of a delicate chemical balance. The seasons we know and count on are likewise the result of a dynamic, yet subtle balance of a great many factors, many of which we have not yet understood.
We cannot push blindly, lest we topple the whole of creation onto ourselves. We must, as a race, cultivate a concern for the long view. We must, as a race, find a way to cultivate mature, responsible and healthy adults.