E.L.E

Later during that rainy, cloud-covered day, I went to the library. I plopped myself down in one of the multicolored chairs, and sat in one of the nice ones, with the welcoming padding. The poem came to life in my head, and I could picture the lady named Linda. She was in a fuzzy, blue, sweater, and I could almost hear her speaking the words from her poem. She spoke in a slow, steady, mournful way. Her words were slow, steady, and thoughtful, almost as if it was dream. I suppose, it was.

Yet, I heard the message, as it were a cry for help, an urgency that had to be addressed. I wondered how I could go about telling the story of the state of emergency that the world was now in. It is a story that everyone knows, and has heard more times most likely than they would care to. Yet, it was the kind of tale, that should be screamed from the rooftops. The thing was, how could I write about being good stewards of the earth? How could I possibly tell the story of the environment, that would be any different from the rest? Maybe, dear reader, or shall I say, participant in the greatest challenge the world will ever face in our era.

What did I know about the Extinction Level Event, beside that it was such a travesty, that it would kill the world. The plants, the animals, of course. And, most certainly, all of the humans, that were the prime contributors of it all. Life would still go on, something always lives on. Possibly microbial life, whose to say? The Event contains enough damaging elements to it, that only the asteroid that killed of the dinosaurs could be compared to it. Oceans are dying from acidification, deforestation, and forest fires are consuming the earth because of the CO2 in the air, and the pockets of methane gasses that is being released from the melting polar caps. We all know the story. Perhaps people weren't aware of the damage they were causing to the world, during the industrial age. So maybe it was a cause and effect reaction, and people were blind to it. Maybe they knew, and they just shoved their hands in their pockets, and didn't bother to care about the future generations of their friend's, nor for their own kin. Whatever the case might be, it didn't really matter now. Now, was the time to 'pay the piper.' It had all came down to this moment in time. Because their was no time left. Even now, we will not, and are not, able to avoid the full consequences of our destruction of the Earth.

The tipping point to avoid full global catastrophe, in which there is a possibility to save the Earth, has now, presented itself.