I was not born environmentalist
I have become
Because time I saw the world as I wanted it to be
I often accommodates the realities
but in fact the back can not forever turn him
I am scared
Fear ... and bad at the same time
First, I recognize over the world and humanity that I have loved
but perhaps I liked a chimera
I'm afraid for my children
and for all the world's children
those who already know the war
and those who, unfortunately, could discover
and, oddly enough, sometimes What do play
It fights well for words and concepts, so ...
that he will be when the basic resources shall fail?
What we serve our borders and walls
when millions of people flee the nature angry
I would love to be wrong,
so my concerns are unfounded
but I fear to finally lucid
I see us tossed like a river in flood,
Humanity has no more respite
a crisis chase each other and just trying to pull out of the game
Nobody really knows where the movement will lead us
Maybe, somewhere, we know only too well
Why ?
Why is our society so fragmented,
divided, thirty when in reality we are only a small family clueless on a tiny bubble in an area without terminal
Why ?
Why, when this loneliness, fragile,
As should bring us closer?
I'm lost
One seeks tirelessly living indices elsewhere throughout the universe
and until then, nothing ...
not even a hint
Finally,
we discover that life is not the norm, it is the exception
and we men,
one belongs to that privilege, and what is more,
it is the conscious part of nature
So why bother?
what good is this consciousness if ultimately it is our own enemy
What profound sensation
What a magical or sacred contact with this world that is around us
The dance of matter
solar particles, atoms sidereal,
stardust
In us, around us, it's all stardust, everything is carbon
everything is vibration
The atoms are all there, the air we breathe, the food we eat, and even the water we drink
almost eternal, they continuously recycle in a flower, a tree, or a living being
Each of us is part of the galaxy
This water which gave us birth, that makes us live,
should love her as a mother
From the beginning, it is the same water that constantly recycles,
eternally filtered, evaporated,
swallowed
It is the same water that passes through the depths of the Earth before being sucked,
born from a cosmic miracle at the birth of the world
All that sharing that water is sacred,
fish, butterflies, flowers
life just
With them, we share the same fluid music, even intimate mechanical
On Earth, everything comes together for that atoms came from the stars assemble into molecules, and are grouped into cells
All living things share the same genetic material, the same code
which is transmitted from generation to generation
An endless waltz to form a single individual
life
A beautiful drive on an immutable principle of association that created everything
tried everything tested, invented everything
bacteria, dinosaurs, dolphins
but we also,
until Michelangelo, and Mandela
I am not optimistic, but I maintain hope
What form this hope?
We will find the way
and that hearing the severity of the hazards, their entire
we will find common sense
and create a kind of human community
In short, you think the man who now found something
of so serious
it is globally the danger is run
it must also be globally as men gather
I think so
Life, it hangs by a thread, and we spend our time playing with a blade
when every ounce of our energy, our intelligence
should be at the service of this miracle
because, for me, everything else is secondary
it is part of a whole
I feel that we are intimately actors something much bigger than us
When the Earth, when nature will bouler us, what he will stay for us humanize us?
Moreover, the question,
Is what is so human it?
the future is a much more difficult task than expected
It has been build in the desert roads,
we knew bring men
and our equations had this almost magical beauty
they came out of the back of our head
and they could even get hold of the pyramids
When I was a child, there was on Earth only two cities with over ten million inhabitants
New York and Tokyo
since nearly thirty others have appeared on all continents
and recently, humanity has become predominantly urban
(Journalists talking about the rising prices of some foodstuffs in Africa)
The twentieth century
will be the century of major population movements
that the High Committee for Refugees that the announcement
one billion people will move,
This is an unprecedented move
it is a historical movement
one billion people, it's like going on a journey China
Where man lived in harmony with the Earth,
Packed machine of progress came to break the equilibrium centuries
while there were different ways of civilization
while every people invent their own world
his own desire for harmony
and today almost everywhere
Men are damaged on the same track,
the same model,
waiting for a miracle
who will come
or not
What good is all this economic and technological progress,
if at the end you can live, suffer, here and elsewhere
sometimes without any love?
A child can die there of a disease which has been the drug here
Not to see poverty,
we try to impose our dreams
dreams of power,
dreams of conquest,
dreams of junk
At this point one billion cars circulate,
Goddesses of a weary world
a billion dreams kilometers
a billion dreams of greatness
a billion dreams to exist
a billion times the absurd that is filled by emptying the blood of the Earth
Can we prosper without growing?
Only once can we anticipate,
out of worship ever
and we set limits in all,
since only the excess is toxic
Already consider the principle of growth
and a selective decrease
I do have a few certainties:
the dominant economic model is not the solution but the problem
this wild capitalism that reduces everything to the status of goods
and we made our suit of lights
We imagined men closer by creating needs where there were none
It was even erase the boundaries between peoples trader
and today, we eat apples on the other side of the world
even if that cargo crossing
some with fridges Asia to Western markets
and others with Western fridges for Asian markets
The continents are shrinking
I am also a child myself, this consumer society
have to exist, I do we actually believe
j'm'améliore each day a little more,
I try to pull me
but not enough
How far am I really ready to go in choosing, in renunciation?
I also have to advance step by step towards more consistency
and not an hour when you do tempt me again
resist
I protest against this growth target that has no other ambition than himself
and this obsession with quantitative
J'm'insurge against the idea that Western civilization is an infinite process of linear improvement
intended to universalize
Where is progress, when all that links us and differentiates us from the dawn of humanity
is laminated by a merchant and changing world
This is called progress, I wonder if this is not a good intention disguised as ideology
and forcing people, who were still in a cosmic dimension
to connect with the art, the speed, efficiency
all this frenzy that is specific to the century today
In kind as in culture, diversity gradually gives uniformity
a loss
without diversity over unity possible
and trimming diversity
in fact the man is reduced
It demolishes a world because we judge that it has had its day
and is built in another over
No matter if the streets are even remember us?
So what if our homes no longer protect our intimacy?
So what if the cities forget the sky?
These cities too far from the ground,
humus, human
How to resign
when we see that some of the superfluous is limitless
while most of the other is not even satisfied?
How admit
three billion people live on less than two dollars a day
while a handful of fortunes concentrates the equivalent of the gross domestic product
of all poor countries
We must admit nothing of all this, because it is simply unacceptable
Can we stop giving value to what is superfluous and give back to what is necessary,
if only to avoid that mess?
Too simple, too short you will tell me
a bit of both probably
but so right
I know that our children will discover this world with their own benchmarks
but I can not help but be worried
It floats in the greatest confusion
I look we tossed
between the virtual and the real
we do not even tell the difference
Oh I know
there has been progress
like many I took a long time as an irreversible process
in whose hands you could abort
but admit that its triumphant march now has misunderstanding of paces
In fact one is a victim of its success,
perhaps we have succeeded too well
Today, this famous progress turned into a contagious disease
who throws scrap these machines
the benefit of the art
thousands of tons of equipment that would probably
yesterday dream our parents
electronic circuits
the highly toxic components
these tragic cargo that is poured
every day in the southern countries
How to start building another system
when the most enlightened, themselves,
do not even consider
As I like money, I become increasingly stingy
it's really complex
but I really like money
just to the idea of ​​having
the bank that fills every day
more money
but not to do anything
to the idea of ​​power, symbolic idea
purely money for money
I believe in abundance
and finally, I discovered the scarcity
I imagined an infinite planet
and is desperately small, and fragile
We do not consume, we consume
Everywhere I go,
nature succumbs, it is lint
I know,
I know that if we do not change it,
it does not ask for our opinion,
it will make adjustments
but it is the man who will suffer
and always the same, those who are already suffering
but others as well,
just a little later
The measure as golden rule,
measurement everywhere not to asphyxiate
limit which is fixed together
not to exhaust
preserve
and share
save, not spend our resources
before they disappear
because the shortage and sharing
will never mix
How long this planet she will remain habitable?
half the forests were burned
It drew half the oil
gas, coal is the same
nuclear, uranium, it also will be exhausted in a century or two
the only possible source of energy,
inexhaustible,
is solar energy
Maybe someday,
we will be able to fairly distribute the sun's energy
which, every two minutes, we offer more energy than is used annually on Earth
but in the meantime,
only twenty percent of the population
is split four to twenty percent of the energy produced
And every night,
a third of humanity still lives in the dark
We managed well to broadcast,
in every corner of the planet,
images and objects
often of little use
So why are we not using this efficiency and power
to disseminate essential and vital?
Electricity is light
but also access to knowledge
Education and knowledge are
also remedies against poverty
How in the background of our society,
in the avalanche of information and knowledge,
to distinguish the real from the virtual that merge constantly,
which disturb our vision
and sometimes trivialize violence to the extreme?
How to be serene
when we know that a mere fraction of the money spent each year on armaments,
advertising, and many other things,
would solve the world
malnutrition, access to health care and education
short,
permanently extract more misery
this is perhaps the only war
worthy of man
Human genius is relentlessly
good indeed,
because we have so much need
but it is clear that
for a moment our actions have escaped our intentions
an object without intelligence, which has become, over time
a vulgar power daily
beyond us and crushes us a little more
Currently, in our technocratic civilization,
packaged,
it comes
to do things
no, not so much
because we found useful was the
after reflection, honest,
and sometimes long,
but only because we have the power
equipment
to do
and so I think this is something extremely serious as intellectually
I hate the walls
these barriers are erected for the shelter, not to see, to ignore
Palisades ridiculous and tragic at the same time, to seal the distress of some
and the fear of others
I know so much that
Now in our connected world,
connected via the airwaves and the Internet,
where everything is seen, where everything is known,
how this injustice became obscene
and especially,
when humiliation mingles with poverty,
inexorably
she made the bed of hate
It hurts to imagine every night clandestine shadows attempting to force the pass,
attracted by the illusory lights of modernity,
our modernity
and that ultimately is forced into the greatest indifference
To advance
we will also extract us from the materialist utopia
get by a little,
for ourselves
and prefer the other to the object
Can we agree to adjourn,
and even to forget,
some dreams of greatness and conquest?
Can we tolerate to forego some opportunities
and facilities
too much choice,
to enjoy the taste of the essential again?
us
sometimes who have everything and nothing satisfied,
while those who have little to satisfy all
I know I do not know much
Moreover,
I envy those who see light in the darkness and confusion
I'm through with doubts,
on the future, remedies,
but especially on how to make them desirable,
unavoidable
What echo the words that torment me, "climate change", "biodiversity", "mutations"
can they have the ear of an unemployed person, let alone to the hungry?
(This woman lives in his car and thought it was going to be temporary, the time to recover his house, but it was there twenty-two)
The ecological crisis
can in no case be resolved on the back of poverty
and ways to address them
must simultaneously allow to overcome the two evils
The emergency
gravity,
the complexity of crises and threats,
require us to a radical change
by revisiting our imagination to the borders of Utopia
preserve,
share,
sometimes abandon,
and also reduce,
since only the excess is toxic
We who are unfit to the limit,
can we finally be desired,
the same supplier,
for policies finally have wings?
To choose,
not suffer,
be free at last
Do not forget, the company is also our work,
and must be first revolution of the mind,
minds
Everyone must embody, accompany,
even require the change they want to see born,
make a small intimate music to make the world dance
Einstein said that
our time is characterized by the profusion of means and confusion of intentions
We have the means,
it remains simply to clarify intentions
All consciousness awakening has already won
Mozart, Pastor, Ghandi,
and all those who act and that history ignores
are not born for nothing
They left us the same message:
the man is tall under duress,
huge when it is humble
I believe in the happy sobriety
it can enable us to succeed where we failed so far,
stand together in space and time
That we will reduce hardware,
we will recover the relational,
in human
to connect us,
the nature also
Like the Titanic, we VTR functions to the iceberg
A change of pace will not be enough,
we also need to change course,
free ourselves from the competition,
jointly put our differences
merge our singularities
in an upper unit
The greatest threat may be the best opportunities
Together, we must review the ambition of the human project,
focus on the essential,
even suspend,
or even give up some dreams of grandeur or power
Limit which is fixed together
not to exhaust
but also limits
to support
and do not get lost
This is the price that we can replace the word "civilization"
in a matrix of tenderness, gentleness and beauty,
she would never have left
I want to shut my illusions
and keep my dreams