
When you hear that 3,200 miners were trapped somewhere deep in the bowels of the earth, I can't help but extrapolate this to all the bowels that we are tapping into, dragging out those raw resources and adding an exorbitant amount of order to them to create all the stuff we need to live our lives.
All 6.6 billion of us, consuming. Some of us more, some of us less, but we are all leaving our little impact on the world we live in.
So when I hear that global warming is the Sun's fault.... Yea, maybe the Sun is the major contributor to global warming, why not, its an easy target. It's huge, easy to blame (as it can't fight back) and allows us to point the finger at someone besides ourselves.
At the end of the day though, with all of us doing all those things we do, this is no longer a planet getting trampled on by a few small villages living in scattered valleys. This is a planet getting trampled on by a modern society, using vast amounts of energy and resources to make highly ordered things like iPods and plasma TVs and cars and french fries. Wow.
Have you ever gone out and looked at how fast your electric meter is running when you are actively using your abode? Turn everything you normally turn off and take another look. Even when we aren't around, we are having an impact.
Which leads me to finding charities that aim to minimize or reverse our impact. As I and everyone around me withdraw from the world's resources, I also need to make some deposits as well so that I can make further withdraws down the road. Forget whether it's the sun's fault or it's ours, we do impact the environment, which is fine to a point. I don't want to live in a cave and eat food that's fallen from the trees. I like warmth and wood homes and hell yea, iPods are very cool. But I also would like to feel that I can do something to give back for all those resources it took to keep me warm and allow me to enjoy You Tube wirelessly from Starbucks.
Easter Island is a great example of where we are today. An island, like the planet, with limited resources. Easter Island was once nicely forested, but the villagers took down all the trees. Do you think the guy who chopped down the last tree, sealing the fate of everyone on the island, do you think he asked himself, "hey, maybe this will have a lasting impact, maybe I shouldn't do this"... (BTW: I'm borrowing from Jared Diamond here, credit goes to him). No, he chopped down the freakin tree and everyone either died or fled.
Welcome to the macrocosm of Easter Island, aka Planet Earth - sorry no life rafts.