Why I Go On
Why do I continue to write these essays when I am gloom-and-doom. Emotionally, I hope I am wrong. Pragmatically, there may be an afterwards when the few millions survivors of a nuclear war ask what went wrong and how to fix it. The fix is the better democracy of brainbees and the better economics of lifehours. Besides, I can look in a mirror with a clear conscious that I did my best at CO2 sinning less. Against all odds, maybe I will find the platform to share the silver bullets and golden dagger.

I am lucky in seeing the worsening hell-on-earth. For our sins against her, Mother Nature has humanity on the deathrow of extinction. When the Northern Hemisphere loses its foodchain, what are the billions of hungry, starving players going to do? Sit home and die? No, we will go thru the stages of lone wolves a la Mangione, gangs, terrorists and war.

There is a benefit in knowing one is facing the Extinction Level Event of hydrophlia. While they last, I like to acknowledge everyday moments that add to the joy of my day. In almost all cases, I receive a "Thank you." which adds to the joy of the moment. It does not cost anything to add joy to another's day.

  1. I enjoy the air conditioning more than most because I know it will be one of first fossil fuel foolishness to disappear.
  2. I enjoy my refrigerator full-of-food that has already suffered diminishing additions as climate change destroys more of the foodchain. Inflationary pricing preceeds empty shelves.
  3. I enjoy simple, passing moments with fellow human beings.
    1. I enjoy the laughter of little kids who will be less-and-less immuned to worsening turmoil that we have metastasised for their futures.
    2. When I see a cute little kid, I tell the parent, "Now, I see where my cuteness went." Nice when the parent says thank you. Nicer is when the child of good manners answers the same.
    3. When I see a woman with a nice smile, I compliment her.
    4. I compliment the walking-museum-artwork worn by black women as they have made lemonade out of what was disdained as unattractive nappy hair: One can't make a banana split with milk.
    5. I enjoy the banter that ensues when I ask a smiling male, "How's it going, young fellow?"
  4. I like it when a salespeople say that they wish every customer was as nice as me. Simple reason: The day is coming when being nice will be increasingly difficult in a world of everyday hunger and despair.
  5. Being nice is its own reward.
  6. I enjoy the freedom of not having to consistently look over my shoulder. Coming soon.
  7. Readers in parks and coffee shops are a joy to know that I am not alone in enjoying the written word.
  8. Each day, I enjoy more my miraculous, death-defying wife as she ebbs and flows in the sunset of her life. I could do more for her if we both did not think the time invested in Timism was worthwhile.