Dear you , . .
May 19, 2017!
Another missing chunk of blog entries, but I return on this notable day.
I was doing my weekly visit to Twitter and saw the hashtag for Endangered Species Day. This adjusted my head, got me off the latest from Trump and the rapid-fire change of political realities. (Yes, I said realities. Those exist.)
Politics/people matter. Duh. But what about the gorgeous and even the not so gorgeous critters who live on our planet? Little spinning blue marble, just keeps going around. We come; we go. But I suppose the movement to halt extinctions is more than an act of transference (sad we all die) or sentimentality. It is a desire to be conscious and get inside those other skins.
Yes, some will say the panda is useless and we tend to fight for the cute species. But we have to start somewhere, right? Show me a panda (or a drowning polar bear) and I pull out my checkbook. (Well, checkbooks are approaching extinction, but its a metaphor, sort of.) Get inside those other skins.
I want a world with these creatures, in the flesh.
Are we approaching the days when a giraffe will become a myth? Imagine a not-so-brave new world, 2070; history and science are revised and the giraffe will be explained away. "No, little Mary, there were no giraffes. Those creatures only existed in Disney movies and the fantasies of godless environmental liberals."
Are we approaching the days when WE will become myths? "No, little Android Andy, there were no humans. Those creatures only existed in the digital dreams of your cyborg ancestors."
Something flesh and blood and true feels at risk every day . . .
I perform my little human comedies on the daily (tutoring, talking, moving merchandise around, working out, dealing with oldie-dental issues 😡, etc.) and feel the transience of that flesh and blood.
So, "happy" endangered species day to them and to us.
Get out your damn checkbooks:
Kisses -
Joyce
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