As I sit here writing almost a year later, the United Nations is gearing up for its Climate Action Summit. It just so happens another artistic relic from (I guess this is some sort of magic number) 48 years ago is coming to mind today.
It is the worst of times because our government does not shy from restricting consumption when it appears detrimental, but refuses to regulate a production scheme that has been complacent in the shredding of human dignity; and unless we vehemently transform ourselves, we too will be complacent in this genocidal process of mass affliction against not just human lives, but our planet as well.
When we think of the apocalypse, a couple of images come to mind. There are the grand displays of alien motherships, staffed with plunderers from another world invading our own. But reality paints a different picture.