alchemy and the near horizons: As the world population grows to a peak of somewhere shy of maximum sustainable levels

11 December 2008

As the world population grows to a peak of somewhere shy of maximum sustainable levels

See http://dotearth.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/12/10/energy-choice-nobelist-with-climate-passion/?em

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the inspiration

listen to me
i have been mobbed almost
theres an old simp cockroach here who thinks
he has been to hell
and all the young cockroaches
make a hero out of him
and admire him
he sits and runs his front feet
through his long white beard and tells the story
one day he says he crawled into a yawning cavern
and suddenly came on a vast abyss full of whirling smoke there was a light at the bottom
billows and billows of yellow smoke
swirled up at him and through the horrid gloom
he saw things with wings flying and dropping and dying
they veered and fluttered like damned spirits through that sulphurous mist

listen i says to him old man

youve never been to hell at all

there isn t any hell transmigration is the game

I used to be a human vers libre poet and i died and went
into a cockroach s body if there was a hell id know it

wouldn t i you re irreligious says the old simp

combing his whiskers excitedly ancient one i says to him while all those other
cockroaches gathered into a ring around us what you
beheld was not hell all that was natural some one was fumigating a room and you blundered into it through a crack
in the wall atheist he cries and all those young
cockroaches cried atheist and made for me if it had not been for freddy the rat i would now be on my way once more i mean killed as a cockroach and transmigrating into something else well
that old whitebearded devil is laying for me with his
gang he is jealous because i took his glory away
from him dont ever tell me insects are any more liberal
than humans

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11 December 2008

As the world population grows to a peak of somewhere shy of maximum sustainable levels

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