At the moment I am feeling very sad for the state of the planet. As I write the great forests are being consumed by fire, both the tropical forest in Brazil and the tundra forest in Russia. The great forests are the lungs of the earth. I myself have lung problems. When there are parts of the lungs that don’t work anymore one can run out of energy. It can strike suddenly. We will probably not do anything serious about climate change or wildlife extinction until some major disaster occurs. Perhaps when New York is under water, people may sit up and ask, “Say, how did that happen?” but I imagine it might be too late by then. Anyway, nobody wants to do the kinds of things that might actually make a real difference. We just want to carry on as normal, do a little bit of recycling, try to reduce carbon output by 1% or so, and then fail to achieve even that. We do not want this crisis to change our way of life. Meanwhile species are going out of existence and life teems no more. We are indeed foolish beings and the Buddhas must weep to see us so.
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