the crash is happening.
this massive dieoff i don’t even anticipate happening. unless, unless! we get into some kind of war scrambling over the scraps of civilization. remember those bombs & warheads don’t dismantle themselves.
as for thinking about who would die, i know i would. i’m a domesticated human, and as bad as it gets. i didn’t see a living cow upclose (and not just a dot while passing by on the freeway) until i was 12 years old. i woud die, and perhaps some members of my family would not. i know in my bones that my family has not done very well in this society because we have a pre-copernican worldview. most things still happen asif by magic to us, and the public school system did not help much in understanding the increasing level of complication. we have long lived multi-generational under one roof, but dysfunctional at that. so some of them are already prepared in that respect to deal with a tribal mindset. they’d lose their ‘bread & circus’, though.
whatever i imagine might happen probably will not play out exactly as i’ve imagined it, so i try to just be open & mentally prepared for any possibility. it is quite possible that this collapse will play out so slowly that we won’t feel the gradual creepingness of it. then again…
everyone on earth, who manages to think about things deeply, suffers because of it. less people=less suffering. this is illustrated by my recent lack of finding a good response to a friend who announced their pregnancy. my thoughts on children are largely ‘why bring something into this world only to have it suffer & die’. and we all do suffer in some way, & eventually die. people generally only see the positives in birthing when they get into it, just like they only see the positives with buying the new blackberry, etc. the negatives have been externalized; after all, they never anticipate having to actually SEE their own kids die, so to their reality it won’t happen. that takes place abstractly for them sometime off in the distant future, just like garbage dumps happen ‘out there’ beyond the city somewhere.
hrm, perhaps my family isn’t the only one engaged in magical thinking!