To nuke the Earth,
Men hid in land and sea:
Crazéd my spirit.
The movement of the seas is not limited to monotonous pattern, but ranges from a constancy of mildness in which the eroding shores are only perceptibly modified over the span of a lifetime, unto a vehemence of startling intensity in which suddenly, nothing within reach is left as it was. So it can be with the changing of human culture, this ongoing evolution of Existence with age beyond any meaningful temporal measurement.
Change. It may be unhurrying, no more noticed than the graying of hair, something to be reflected back upon, to be summed as indeed, having been substantial. The accumulation of plodding ever onward, ever toward that undoubted goal loosely labeled as progress. A step today, a step tomorrow. Capital combined with endeavor, begetting technology, to acquire more capital. Achievements demanding no greater consternation than the hours of the work week: that familiar pace more or less of general contentedness; that basic direction of historical impetus which reaches back through generations, questioned perhaps, but never revoked, never abandoned. These are the familiar dimensions of change. Undisturbing, with time to seek diversion on the weekends, to compensate the hard moments of workaday participation. But change is not always confined to await the leisure of humankind.
So diverse and ingenious are the visible accomplishments of technology, that we have come to believe there are no limits to our possibilities, only the inadequate intent, or the diverting preoccupation of other directions. We are aware of those limits about us, which have ever been the same and shall remain, such as impediment of gravity upon the height to which we might leap, but we have learned to fly far higher than any living creature. The examples of our breaking what to ancient man were physical barriers of every kind intrude upon our consciousness relentlessly, and we would assume that there is little we cannot eventually accomplish, even now playfully imagining the feasibility of migration toward the stars.
Nature has shed the fearfulness that she presented to early man, and is now perceived as a passive entity, to be worked upon to extract and to create our envisionments of wealth. We have moved with virtual impunity upon the planet throughout our evolution, experimenting, learning, building, transforming, and creating our social entities. Now, we become increasingly aware that our collective actions are with global effect. The planet is a singular environment, and the action of each individual has an importance upon all when it is replicated by many millions of beings. We sense that we must become responsible in some new way.
We begin to perceive the imminence of constraints, the necessity for change, but have yet to fathom the enormity of what must disappear, of what must become. That there could arise force capable of compelling us toward social transformation with power far greater than any ideology, at first seems unlikely, in the light of the new inventions that appear almost daily and the widely perceived success of the capitalist endeavor. Yet it is possible for humankind to pursue endeavors and manners of being which are not sustainable, which do not promise, but deny human continuance. There shall arise against this unequivocally wrong direction the necessity of response, the necessity to change, the necessity for evolution in new directions.
We have historically waited for the mother of invention to become compelling
before responding, but now, such tardiness shall result in a maelstrom of compulsion
far beyond our capacity to manage, and we risk becoming the driven beyond mercy.