Change

It has taken me a very long time to figure out what the heck is wrong with everyone on this planet. That is, until I took a close look at myself recently. We are all terrified of change. The one constant in our crazy, careening, out of control world, is change, rapid change. And we are all scared to death these days.

Consider our current political situation, fearful people elected a president who promised that he would take the country back to a time when things were great, where everyone knew their place. Too much change has been happening lately, why do we have to put up with this equality thing? Who needs immigrants? Why do we have to share? Why can’t we get rid of all those pesky government taxes and regulations, why does everyone need expensive health care or education, that would change everything, we just don’t need that, do we?

Why should we cooperate with other nations, aren’t we are better off on our own, they don’t have our values, they don’t look, or dress, or speak like us. Why should we change our way of life for them, what resources we use, what we want to do with the environment, they can change if they want to, why should we?

Why do we need to change what kind of fuels we use to power our civilization? Why do we need to change our gasoline cars, our home heating or anything else? Change is expensive, I can’t afford an electric car, or more expensive electric heating, everything works fine now, why bother to change it?

And for Gods sake, this climate thing is all blown out of proportion, nothing is changed, it still rains and snows, we still get droughts, it gets hot and cold, what’s the problem? If the wind blows over my house, the insurance will cover it. Because of floods and drought, food might get a little more expensive, whatever. So what if the oceans rise a little bit, just build a wall, and get someone else to pay for it. Nothing is changing, you are all stupid alarmists, you must have some secret agenda, why do you want to change things? What’s in it for you?

And when the water reaches my front door, I will continue to say so.

(Below is a fanciful illustration I did years ago, showing a past planetscape. The dinosaurs never worried about change, why should we?)

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