Choosing Hope Amid the Heat of Global Warming

It seems to me our wounded planet is a perfect and inevitable reflection of our own woundedness as human beings. As goes the inner, so goes the outer.

We are flawed and confused, we want conflicting things. In the developed world, we want to drive our fossil-fueled cars to the protest against fossil fuels. Even the most conscientious of us, living by the most modest means, outdo all the kings and queens of history, consuming massive amounts of natural resources compared to our ancestors and the entire third world today.

Yes, we are all part of the problem. All that messiness with Adam and Eve, banished from their perfect garden into a world of conflict, fallenness and self-destruction? That is us—the Christian myth has it exactly right.

Now: Let us all take ourselves a deep breath. Because if there’s anything I’m growing really impatient with, it’s finger-wagging doomsayers upbraiding humanity for all its sins. (Or at least everyone else’s sins—the beam is usually in the other guy’s eye, bringing our planet or nation to ruin.)

 

I’m tired of being angry and scolding. There is a time and a place for riding the energy of anger. It can be an effective goad, a call to action. But anger gets us only so far.

The trick is to sound alarm bells without making them screech, because people just tend to plug their ears in response.

Being pissed off all the time about the world going to hell in a handbasket is not a viable life strategy. It leads to a jaundiced view of our true condition, which is always a mix of the beautiful and the absurd, the urgent and the languid, the profound and the silly.

To which the proper and helpful response is tenderness, encouragement and hope, not self-righteousness and doom. We are fallen, yes, but the task is to right ourselves every morning.

 

 

There are lovely mountains rimming the Los Angeles Basin where I grew up. But back then they would disappear about nine months a year, lost in a soup of smog that looked like those godawful pictures of Beijing we see today.

We’d run around as kids do, but by afternoon, we could take only half a breath before being stopped short by a sharp pain in our lungs.

It rather amazes me I’m still alive to tell about it today, given that I was at least a three-pack a day smoker as a child.

So let’s fast-forward more than 50 years. The L.A. population has probably tripled, along with everything else—cars and factories among them. And the crazy thing is the air is far cleaner than it was then. “Hey, L.A. has mountains—who knew?” It was often hard to tell in the past.

 

So it seems we’ve figured a few things out since then. We’ve got that human ingenuity thing going, and it’s a powerful force.

Make no mistake, though: We are in a heap of trouble.

But human beings have always lived under heaps of trouble. Potential doom dogs our very lives, but we go about them anyway—because a certain amount of denial is built into the very structure of life if we want to get up and going in the morning (and the evening, too).

We get all over Nero for fiddling while Rome burns,  but regard the musicians of the sinking Titanic as stoic, live-for-the-moment heroes. But we should all be fiddling like mad at least a portion of every day, as if we’ve got all the time in the world. The trick is to sound alarm bells without making them screech, because people just tend to plug their ears in response.

Looking through history, it’s impressive how we’ve always managed to scratch our way forward, relying on our adaptability, pluck, and dead serious commitment to make our own lives and the lives of our children better.

And though the amazing job we’ve done with technology and industrialization over the eons has actually brought about many of our environmental problems, I’m convinced that technology is also going to save us—or else.

And yes, I know: it may just be or else.

This global warming thing may finally be the pin that gets pulled on the grenade that renders all our previous doomsaying as mere chatter.

But this much I know: We are not going back to living six people to a cave and bathing in the stream once a week. At least not voluntarily. And for all of our faults, humans are amazing problem-solving animals: nothing else in all of God’s creation loves a good thorny problem like we do!

So that’s where I’m casting my lot—we’ve led ourselves into this mess, and we’re going to lead ourselves out of it!   (I hope, therefore I am…)

 

Yes, there may be mass casualties along the way; we may suffer severely for all our foolishness. But how is that any different than all the self-imposed calamities that have dogged us in the past?

Perhaps countless more people will die in one way or other from global warming than have ever died before; I don’t know. That’s certainly a possibility, if the scientists are to be believed. (And in the realm of “What I choose to believe,” I am far more inclined to take heed of scientists than, say, a senator from Texas or Oklahoma.)

That said, Europe was in a heap of trouble during the Black Plague, the American death toll of 620,000 in the Civil War was equivalent to 6 million dying today (can you just imagine the headlines and breathless television coverage?), and those 200,000+ vaporized souls in Hiroshima and Nagasaki would have loved to live long enough to ponder the vexations of rising seas.

So in one form or other, challenged and devastated though we may become, I am choosing to live in hope that humanity will prevail and get through this, too, as we have every other calamity that has confronted us and called upon both our worst and best selves over the eons.

Sure, that hope—buttressed by doing what we can to support and work and vote in accord with the challenges posed by global warming—may be reducible by cynics and doomsayers to mere delusion.

But for the very life of me I can’t help but ask: Exactly what other choice do we have?

***

Some worthwhile fiddling here, I think…


If you’re on Facebook, you have a standing invitation to check out this blog’s public page there for daily 20-second blurbs of wisdom and other musings from the world’s great thinkers and artists, accompanied by lovely photography. http://www.facebook.com/TraversingBlog

Twitter: @AndrewHidas

Flickr: https://www.flickr.com/photos/93289242@N07/

Deep appreciation to the photographers whose talent does so much to dress up these pages:

Elizabeth Haslam, for the rotating banner photos at the top of the page. Some rights reserved under Creative Commons licensing, see more at: https://www.flickr.com/photos/lizhaslam/

Hazy sun photo by Julie Falk, southern Michigan, some rights reserved under Creative Commons licensing, see more at: https://www.flickr.com/photos/piper/

San Gabriel Mountains photo by Josh LeClair, Riverside, California, some rights reserved under Creative Commons licensing, see more at: https://www.flickr.com/photos/joshpl/

Leaf on straw by Alasdair Thompson, Edinburgh, Scotland, some rights reserved under Creative Commons licensing, see more at: https://www.flickr.com/photos/alasdairthompson/

5 comments to Choosing Hope Amid the Heat of Global Warming

  • Loren Webster  says:

    If I didn’t think there was any hope, I’d be out fiddling a lot more than I already am.

  • joan voight (@shapelygrape)  says:

    When we go home to LA for the holidays it’s so true that we’ll likely see the mountains waaay more than when we were growing up. Who would have thought that possible??
    Chinese Insiders tell me that the pollution in Chinese cities will decline even faster than that.
    Little steps…big steps.
    Thanks for your thoughts, Andrew.

  • Andrew Hidas  says:

    Loren, I tend to do more of my fiddling (also known as “wool gathering”) indoors, but to each his own! 🙂

    Joan, I sure hope you’re right about Chinese pollution; that would be something of a game-changer if it were to happen. Big questions: how late we are in the game of global warming, how irreversible the damage already might be, and what effects rapid deceleration of human-caused warming might have. I’m trying not to have that kind of stuff keep me up at night—I figure the scientists are losing enough sleep to cover for me!

  • Kevin Feldman  says:

    Timely – I just read a fascinating interview w/Bill Gates in the recent Atlantic (http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2015/11/we-need-an-energy-miracle/407881/ ) where
    he makes the case for innovation as the key to an “energy miracle,” interestingly it has often been war/violence at the heart of techno innovation (Manhattan Projects etc) – and he’s raising the question of how we might purposefully cause the acceleration of innovation and what kind of public/private partnerships could support that (offering up a few billion of his stash to support this)… “I want to tilt the odds in our favor by driving innovation at an unnaturally high pace, or more than its current business-as-usual course. I see that as the only thing. I want to call up India someday and say, “Here’s a source of energy that is cheaper than your coal plants, and by the way, from a global-pollution and local-pollution point of view, it’s also better.” He may be on to something that is actually hopeful!

    • Andrew Hidas  says:

      I am glad for many things in that article, Kevin, thanks for putting it forth. With the Republican presidential debates seeming to be a contest over who can express more disgust and dismay and hatred for the government that all the candidates are hoping to lead, I had to laugh and nod vigorously at this line from Gates:

      “Yes, the government will be somewhat inept,” he said brusquely, swatting aside one objection as a trivial statement of the obvious. “But the private sector is in general inept. How many companies do venture capitalists invest in that go poorly? By far most of them.”

      Say it, Bill!

      I also continue to be impressed with how Gates and his wife are willing to put their money where their hope is. Their purposefulness, focus, oversight and acknowledgement that no investment is perfect stand as a model for modern philanthropy. And what fun it must be to give away mountains of dough!

Leave a Reply