Thursday, April 09, 2009
The hills ARE alive. They are. They are.
For some reason this made me want to lie down and cry. Not for sadness and desolation at another portent of the imminent death of the world, or with grief at the terrible loss in L'Aquila (this story of the scientist who drove around the streets with a public address system telling people to leave in the weeks before the quake, who was arrested for fearmongering, was like a single human version of the whole global warming crisis, of everything that's wrong with the relationship between science and the state.)
But back to this. This makes me want to cry. Because this same struggling world is also full of hope and love and people making each other happy and many many reasons to save the earth.