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“Here’s what we ought to do . . .” he said, and I knew I
was into yet another monologue on the evils, errors and, yes, remedies for the
ills of the world. And while he talked, a germ of a thought began to grow and
culminated in a centerpiece for this blog: what if our destinies are governed—not
by predestination, fate, or even debate, planning and decision—but by the
principles of evolution built into our genes.
“We
ought to raise the price of gasoline to $5.00 per litre,” he was saying, “so
that people would actually think twice about buying a humungous pickup truck
and settle for a smart car, or something.”
I couldn’t agree more,
actually, unless that number were to be $10.00 instead of $5.00. Like so many
others, I, too, have a head full of ideas for legislated solutions to developing
problems: population control, tidal power, carbon tax, etc., etc.
“It’s not going to happen,” I
said.
“Why not?” he replied, “it’s a
simple matter, increasing the tax on gasoline to whatever figure you want.”
“Because,” I said, “. . . because
the opposition party would immediately promise to roll back the tax if elected,
which they would be, and we’d be back to exactly where we are now.”
“So what’s your solution,” he
said, “you pessimist?”
“We wait,” I replied. “As oil
gets scarcer, the price obviously goes up, eventually to the point where it has
the same effect as you’re suggesting and no political party can do anything
about it.”
“That’s a pretty sad scenario,”
he said.
It is. He’s right, but that’s
only if we focus on ourselves—individually—as the relative entities, and not on
the herd. How do caribou or snow geese decide when to move
and when to stay? They certainly don’t debate, vote and then act. More likely,
there appears a need which registers with some or many of them who tentatively
make a small gesture toward action. Gradually, the gesture registers with more
and more of them—the speed depending on the degree of immediacy and drama in
the need—until the collective will is in agreement, at
which time the herd collectively stampedes, the flock takes off as a unit.
When the earth quakes or the
tsunami strikes, the human herd reacts quickly. When the danger is less immediate (as
in global warming) the response follows a slow, flat trajectory. Jump up and
down and bleat at the edges of the herd as hard as you will; unless the collective
mind is swayed, the herd will graze contentedly (I was going to say, ‘until the
cows come home’) until the wolves are actually
eating the calves.
Well this is probably overly
pessimistic and over-simplified, but I predict that unless global warming
actually causes the earth to shake under everybody’s
feet, our governments will continue to place economic growth at the very top of
every agenda.
Baaa . . ..
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