I make a footprint in the mud, then stop to look. I’ve come to the park for some inspiration. How much carbon was generated making these boots, I wonder? And these clothes I’m wearing? There is no escape from the commerce machine, from cheap foods, and from ultimate doom!
Then I see something, and the wheels of my mind switch gears, so to speak.
An oak tree. They can stand for a solid 1000 years, about as long as the Roman Empire. How will the world look when this one drops its final leaf? Will we still have rainforests and coral reefs? Will we still have glacial ice? Will New York be aquatic, and Great Lakes empty craters?
I think of gears, and systems, and operations. Human beings are good at these things. We’re industrious, organised, always machining away at something. Our capitalist economy is a fine example: both efficient and destructive, at least for now. But what if it worked for the planet?
I leave the park and walk. I feel as solid and green as a giant oak. I spend on eco-things only.
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