He looked at the granite. To be cut, he thought, and made into walls. He looked at a tree. To be split and made into rafters. He looked at a streak of rust on the stone and thought of iron ore under the ground. To be melted and to emerge as girders against the sky.posted by filthy light thief at 7:34 AM on January 24, 2011 [5 favorites]
These rocks, he thought, are here for me; waiting for the drill, the dynamite and my voice; waiting to be split, ripped, pounded, reborn; waiting for the shape my hands will give them.
Chief executives who manage lorries transporting milk from depots to supermarkets generally have no motives more sinister than the wish to make some money for their shareholders.This is a thoughtful and succinct way of explaining the difference between climate action and traditional environmentalism. It is not primarily about identifying enemies, challenging their actions, and cataloguing and prosecuting their crimes. It is a much larger and more nebulous but much more important project, the one Paul Hawken was getting at when he laid out the challenge for the 2009 graduating class of the University of Portland thusly:
When we use ample water to brush our teeth or fly to Florence to see some Titians, aggression is far from our minds. However, we are now daily reminded that innocent everyday actions have a cumulative destructive potential greater than an A-bomb. We have been asked to reconceive of ourselves as unthinking killers.
The destruction is occurring not primarily through what any one of us has done, but through what we are doing collectively as a race. We are implicated in a crime we cannot control singly. Salvation must be collective. So we are guilty, but also unusually powerless.
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