I like to look at issues in our world as issues that an individual would have, that being the human race as one collective person with a personality and more specifically with a narrowly defined personality and narrowly defined intentions. The bigger that collective the more evident the persona and more narrowly defined the intentions. Right now the size of our collective person is 7 billion units.
Let’s call her Betty, the collective person of our species. Here’s something to know about Betty right upfront, she don’t care what you call her, she don’t care much about anything except one thing, being ever more Betty, the fattest collective personality in the known universe. She’s so fat she has to stick her arms out to tell whether she’s walking or rolling, she is the fattest thing you’ve ever seen. She also farts constantly and stinks up everything in her path, she never stops eating. This is Betty, this is not an exaggeration of Betty, this is who she actually is, exactly. Though it is only a few making her so extreme, she is extreme nevertheless, we have become an extremely mentally ill personality and most likely classically suicidal.
I’m only gonna use one example, water. We are using up and abusing the most essential element in our survival, and we’ve not even come close to paying attention to it. Part of it is a limit on our evolution that allows us to be very intelligent, but not able to encompass and use that intelligence much beyond a year. And since our intelligence has been outpacing our wisdom the last couple centuries, it has come to the place that we no longer use wisdom at all, not on the grander scales anyway and it is those scales that are in trouble. And that be Betty, she has forsaken all common sense, she is not aware of what is around her anymore, she is foraging as if a pig, and cares nothing of water but only that it bring her more to eat, anyway, ignore her for now.
Yeah just leave her over there with her fat, fartn’ ass. OK, let’s talk about what can we do about this crazy lady. I mean what are you gonna do with a fat whore like that; she’s the kind you throw out in the streets. Eyes rolled back up in her head…I mean look at her…sick, man.
Well all right, you get the picture. But this is the picture, it is not an extreme, WE are suicidal seven ways sideways. Yeah sure I know, there are other parts to Betty, good parts, but as a total collective Betty is a fat lady nightmare, do not be fooled. So that’s what we are dealing with when dealing with us and trying to get us to change so that the collective ‘we’ ain’t this fucked up nut. She’s gotta get cornered, somebody’s gotta grab her arms and keep her hands away from her mouth, we’d most likely have to sedate her …oh my, this is horrible. But we gotta do it, she’s out of control, we have to get her calmed down, we have to get her aware of herself, if only we can get her to voluntarily quit eating, then maybe she could hear us and herself as well.
But that fat bi… …ah, it’s not her fault. Bad turn was all, bad math really. But she’s cornered now, she has to change, she has gobbled and gobbled until the stench of her own chomping jaws sickens her. She’ll die if she carries on this way, she’s beginning to see it, and with her dignity slightly touched she wonders aloud, “will I, will I see it?”