oceans alive

 

 

Einstein isn’t the only smarty pants to say don’t eat meat. But there’s something to it being said in the first half of the twentieth century by a genius of physics and cause and effect. He said, “Nothing will benefit human health and increase the chances for survival of life on earth as much as the evolution to a vegetarian diet.”
If we scrapped animal industry and systematically rebuilt, the natural world may be too far gone to recover a man-friendly earth. It’s not necessarily that earth can’t heal, but rather we’ve worn out our welcome. You might say we gang-raped and still most of us often pretend nothing happened.
Native Americans know a thing or two about it. The Antelope pages in Medicine Cards speak to reliance on animals for guidance and survival. Which reminds me of Anna Breytenbach. In her film she says she talks with animals to serve their interests, and make peace with humans, if only in small ways. Hers is a sort of karmic reversal.
The ocean is bigger than anything else (on earth) and it’s not dead yet. I’ve heard the news. It speaks both sides. Swells and tides swallow up whole places. Orca’s under arrest. The Pacific floor covered by carcass. Everyone knows someone who’s lived through a storm.
My one degree of separation from almost-dead-by-natural-disaster says she’s set on living well (and that means killing less). She says the trick is, when doomed to drown, how to go down dancing.