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Title: Finding Strength in Stones Author: Ramon Elani Date: 2016 Language: en Topics: anti-civ, desert Source: https://dark-mountain.net/finding-strength-in-stones/
We ought to dance with rapture that we should be alive and in the flesh,
and part of the living, incarnate cosmos. I am part of the sun as my eye
is part of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and
my blood is part of the sea.
ā D.H. Lawrence
Should we fight or should we run? In The Origins of Political Order
Francis Fukuyama noted that civilisation or āthe stateā, as he calls it,
tended to develop in areas that featured geographic boundaries that
prevented people from escaping it. Mesopotamia, for example, is
surrounded by rivers and deserts. China, by deserts and the Himalayas.
For as long as civilisation has existed there have been those that would
rather die than be absorbed by it. Some stood their ground and decided
to fight and die where they stood. Others ran. They fled to the forests,
the hills, the plains beyond the reach of the armies of the civilised.
There they rebuilt their communities and reestablished the old ways.
Over time, of course, the cities grew and their need for lumber, slaves,
and lands to till for crops continued to grow as well. The resisters
were forced to run again, deeper into the forests and the wilderness.
This has been the history of the world. The free communities have almost
been entirely wiped out and civilisation, the enemy of life, threatens
to gobble up every last bit of land and water.
Most people, I believe, simply donāt want to think about such things.
They distract themselves and luckily we have a culture that produces
distractions above all else. They know that things are bad but they
shrug and essentially resign themselves to enjoying their lives for as
long as they can. A hedonism born of despair. In 1962 the Hungarian
Marxist philosopher Georg Lukacs wrote about the Grand Hotel Abyss, āA
beautiful hotel, equipped with every comfort, on the edge of an abyss,
of nothingness, of absurdity. And the daily contemplation of the abyss
between excellent meals or artistic entertainments, can only heighten
the enjoyment of the subtle comforts offered.ā Some people might hope
that technology will miraculously save the day. Some might even think
that god will come down from above to set things right, like at the end
of a Greek tragedy. Technology has given us many gifts, it is true. But
every one of those gifts has turned to ash in our mouths and brought
with it new, unimagined horrors. For those who do have the courage to
look into the abyss the question remains, just like it did for our
ancestors: do we fight or do we run?
For those who love life it's impossible not to want to fight against the
madness of civilisation. To try to protect as much of the wild land that
remains as possible from development, industry, and exploitation. To try
to prevent the extinction of the countless species that are currently at
risk of disappearing from the earth forever. To try to reduce the tonnes
of waste that our society produces and dumps into the dirt and water,
which are becoming less and less able to support life. In short, it is
impossible not to want to try to save the world from the horror that
civilisation has unleashed upon it. How can we not feel the urge to
petition lawmakers despite their narrowmindedness and greed? How can we
not march together and chant for justice for humanity and the earth? How
can we not chain ourselves to trees and raise awareness of the dire
condition of life on the world where we live? How can we not build
organisations, networks, create alliances, and movements to make change?
And there are other ways to fight as well. Some plot in the night. They
get the guns and the spears and stand before the enemy, risking
everything. They go to jail. They are gunned down by assassins. They
mail bombs. They form cells. They set fires. They remind us that āthe
earth is not dying, it is being killed, and those who are killing it
have names and addresses.ā They know that a violent, insane system
cannot be reasoned with. It can only be destroyed. No amount of pleading
will convince the governments and companies to stop. It is a fantasy to
believe that they care about what we want.
And yet deep down do we really believe that we can succeed, no matter
what tactics we adopt? Late at night, when we are alone with our
thoughts itās hard to banish the thought that there is nothing we can
do. That we have already lost. That this is all make believe. The
politicians either donāt care or will not act. There are not enough of
us to change the minds of the majority. There are too many of them and
they have too many guns. And most heartbreaking of all, we have simply
already done too much. More and more the scientists are reporting that
the damage done is irreparable.
The earth is getting hotter and hotter. Sea levels are rising. Lakes and
streams are drying out. Forests are dying. Deserts are spreading. And
through all of this the human population keeps growing and growing. No
matter what kind of cars people drive, no matter what kind of food they
eat, and no matter what kind of energy they use to run their air
conditioners, more people means more carbon, more waste, and more
destruction of non human life. Not to mention the fact that it takes the
climate quite a long time to catch up to us. Much of the warming of the
earth that we are experiencing has been caused by carbon that released
hundreds of years ago during the dawn of the industrial age. What in the
name of mercy will things look like when the atmosphere has caught up to
what we have been doing since then?
So, if we canāt fight then we must run. What does that look like and how
is it different from a politics of despair? No matter how ingrained our
myths of human exceptionalism, our needs are the same as every other
organism. Survival. We cannot survive without the earth. But we can
survive without civilisation. We did for most of our history and, in
fact, it is the greatest threat to our survival and the survival of
other forms of life on this planet.
and
, people are
what it means for things to get better, what it means to survive. For a
long time we have been taught and conditioned to fear the end of the
world. To fear catastrophe. But catastrophe means āto overturnā, like
soil or compost. And it is hard to imagine that the end of this world
will not bring the possibility of a better one.
We should not forget that humans have lived in the desert for our entire
history. We have known how to find food, water, and shelter in the
wasteland. This knowledge is not gone, even though we have forgotten it.
There are those out there who keep the knowledge alive, sheltering and
protecting it like a tiny guttering flame. In colonial Madagascar many
tribes fought the French and died. Many tribes gave up and became
slaves. Some tribes ran into the jungles. They hid deep in the forests
where the French would not find them. They continued to live as they had
and refused to adopt the ways of the invaders. They waited for the
French to go away. It took sixty years of waiting but eventually their
prayers were answered and the French went home. Colonialism was
unsustainable. It was oppressive, exploitative, and destructive. Thus it
could not survive. This is true for anything that is oppressive,
exploitative, and destructive. It cannot survive. This is especially
true for civilisation, which is the logic of oppression itself.
So perhaps the best thing we can do is run. Run into the woods, into the
jungles, into the deserts, into the mountains, and the seas. Abandon our
cities and farms, like the ancient Mayans, and return to the path of
survival. Remind ourselves of the skills that almost all of us have
forgotten. Remind ourselves how to survive. And wait. Wait for six
thousand years of domestication and greed to collapse under the weight
of its own violence and cruelty. Who knows how long it will take?
Climate scientist James Lovelock has predicted that by the end the
present century the effects of climate change will have reduced the
human population to one billion or less. Lots of people think Lovelock
is a quack and of course there is no way to know what's going to happen
in the future. The important point is that we have to at least begin to
entertain the idea that we may not be able to stop whatās going to
happen from happening. Perhaps by continuing to try to hold onto the
lives we have now and fighting against the tide, we are just ensuring
that, as conditions deteriorate, we will be among those billions who
succumb during the mass migrations, water shortages, or political
upheavals. If we leave, as many of us as possible, we will survive and
be able to leave something for those who will come after us. We can
teach ourselves and each other how to gather wild edible and medicinal
plants, how to build shelter using fallen trees and mud bricks, how to
hunt, how to make fire, how to find water, how to survive.
So if we run, we do not run away from reality, but rather towards a new
dawn. This is not a journey toward delusion or despair. It is a journey
toward the within and without. It is a journey deep into the memories
that we bear, the memories in our hearts and in our blood. We journey
within in order to find that which we shall bring forth back into the
sun of the present. When the time to fight comes, whatever that fight
may look like, we must stand boldly with the dreams of ten thousand
years at our backs.