We ought to dance with rapture that we should be alive and in the flesh, and part of the living, incarnate cosmos. I am part of the sun as my eye is part of me. That I am part of the earth my feet know perfectly, and my blood is part of the sea.
— D.H. Lawrence
Most people, I believe, simply don’t want to think about such things. They distract themselves and luckily we have a culture that produces distractions above all else. They know that things are bad but they shrug and essential resign themselves to enjoying their lives for as long as they can. A hedonism born of despair. In 1962 the Hungarian Marxist philosopher Georg Lukacs wrote about the Grand Hotel Abyss, ‘A beautiful hotel, equipped with every comfort, on the edge of an abyss, of nothingness, of absurdity. And the daily contemplation of the abyss between excellent meals or artistic entertainments, can only heighten the enjoyment of the subtle comforts offered.’ Some people might hope that technology will miraculously save the day. Some might even think that god will come down from above to set things right, like at the end of a Greek tragedy. Technology has given us many gifts, it is true. But every one of those gifts has turned to ash in our mouths and brought with it new, unimagined horrors. For those who do have the courage to look into the abyss the question remains, just like it did for our ancestors: do we fight or do we run?
For those who love life its impossible not to want to fight against the madness of civilisation. To try to protect as much of the wild land that remains as possible from development, industry, and exploitation. To try to prevent the extinction of the countless species that are currently at risk of disappearing from the earth forever. To try to reduce the tonnes of waste that our society produces and dumps into the dirt and water, which are becoming less and less able to support life. In short, it is impossible not to want to try to save the world from the horror that civilisation has unleashed upon it. How can we not feel the urge to petition lawmakers despite their narrowmindedness and greed? How can we not march together and chant for justice for humanity and the earth? How can we not chain ourselves to trees and raise awareness of the dire condition of life on the world where we live? How can we not build organisations, networks, create alliances, and movements to make change?
And there are other ways to fight as well. Some plot in the night. They get the guns and the spears and stand before the enemy, risking everything. They go to jail. They are gunned down by assassins. They mail bombs. They form cells. They set fires. They remind us that ‘the earth is not dying, it is being killed, and those who are killing it have names and addresses.’ They know that a violent, insane system cannot be reasoned with. It can only be destroyed. No amount of pleading will convince the governments and companies to stop. It is a fantasy to believe that they care about what we want.
And yet deep down do we really believe that we can succeed, no matter what tactics we adopt? Late at night, when we are alone with our thoughts it’s hard to banish the thought that there is nothing we can do. That we have already lost. That this is all make believe. The politicians either don’t care or will not act. There are not enough of us to change the minds of the majority. There are too many of them and they have too many guns. And most heartbreaking of all, we have simply already done too much. More and more the scientists are reporting that the damage done is irreparable. The earth is getting hotter and hotter. Sea levels are rising. Lakes and streams are drying out. Forests are dying. Deserts are spreading. And through all of this the human population keeps growing and growing. No matter what kind of cars people drive, no matter what kind of food they eat, and no matter what kind of energy they use to run their air conditioners, more people means more carbon, more waste, and more destruction of non human life. Not to mention the fact that it takes the climate quite a long time to catch up to us. Much of the warming of the earth that we are experiencing has been caused by carbon that released hundreds of years ago during the dawn of the industrial age. What in the name of mercy will things look like when the atmosphere has caught up to what we have been doing since then?
So, if we can’t fight then we must run. What does that look like and how is it different from a politics of despair? No matter how ingrained our myths of human exceptionalism, our needs are the same as every other organism. Survival. We cannot survive without the earth. But we can survive without civilisation. We did for most of our history and, in fact, it is the greatest threat to our survival and the survival of other forms of life on this planet. More and more, people are beginning to rethink what it means for things to get better, what it means to survive. For a long time we have been taught and conditioned to fear the end of the world. To fear catastrophe. But catastrophe means ‘to overturn’, like soil or compost. And it is hard to imagine that the end of this world will not bring the possibility of a better one.
We should not forget that humans have lived in the desert for our entire history. We have known how to find food, water, and shelter in the wasteland. This knowledge is not gone, even though we have forgotten it. There are those out there who keep the knowledge alive, sheltering and protecting it like a tiny guttering flame. In colonial Madagascar many tribes fought the French and died. Many tribes gave up and became slaves. Some tribes ran into the jungles. They hid deep in the forests where the French would not find them. They continued to live as they had and refused to adopt the ways of the invaders. They waited for the French to go away. It took sixty years of waiting but eventually their prayers were answered and the French went home. Colonialism was unsustainable. It was oppressive, exploitative, and destructive. Thus it could not survive. This is true for anything that is oppressive, exploitative, and destructive. It cannot survive. This is especially true for civilisation, which is the logic of oppression itself.
So perhaps the best thing we can do is run. Run into the woods, into the jungles, into the deserts, into the mountains, and the seas. Abandon our cities and farms, like the ancient Mayans, and return to the path of survival. Remind ourselves of the skills that almost all of us have forgotten. Remind ourselves how to survive. And wait. Wait for six thousand years of domestication and greed to collapse under the weight of its own violence and cruelty. Who knows how long it will take? Climate scientist James Lovelock has predicted that by the end the present century the effects of climate change will have reduced the human population to one billion or less. Lots of people think Lovelock is a quack and of course there is no way to know whats going to happen in the future. The important point is that we have to at least begin to entertain the idea that we may not be able to stop what’s going to happen from happening. Perhaps by continuing to try to hold onto the lives we have now and fighting against the tide, we are just ensuring that, as conditions deteriorate, we will be among those billions who succumb during the mass migrations, water shortages, or political upheavals. If we leave, as many of us as possible, we will survive and be able to leave something for those who will come after us. We can teach ourselves and each other how to gather wild edible and medicinal plants, how to build shelter using fallen trees and mud bricks, how to hunt, how to make fire, how to find water, how to survive.
So if we run, we do not run away from reality, but rather towards a new dawn. This is not a journey toward delusion or despair. It is a journey toward the within and without. It is a journey deep into the memories that we bear, the memories in our hearts and in our blood. We journey within in order to find that which we shall bring forth back into the sun of the present. When the time to fight comes, whatever that fight may look like, we must stand boldly with the dreams of ten thousand years at our backs.
Image by Thomas Leubner – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0
Poignant. Insightful. Motivating. Yes, running toward a new dawn. This seems vastly more appealing than succumbing to the novel distractions from reality. A program that civilization produces with ever persistent fervor. Thank you, Ramon, for provoking a survival orientation.
Idyllic on the face of it but no solution. Are the remaining, dwindling wildlands ready to embrace the mass reentry of desperate humanity? Any creature that overpopulates, fouls and compromises its habitat.
As Nassim Taleb, author of The Black Swan, says, “When you only have two options, choose neither.”
Although I appreciated the care you took in composing this thoughtful essay, I am not persuaded we must be locked into a binary discourse of “fight or flee”.
Perhaps, but I am not sure.
For example, I have planted quite a few trees. Doing so seems to provoke many types of virtuous cycles and has made me a better person as well.
Stand and plant. A little different than “fight or flee”?
There are really very few areas to run to, the deserts are baking, the waters are polluted and acidified even in the high mountain streams, the sixth great extinction is upon us and any collapse of cities will ensure the rapid consumption of any remaining wildlife. Fighting is our only option, or perhaps accepting that humans are flawed and need to go extinct, as any surviving humans from a catastrophe would likely be as beautiful and yet destructive as the nonsurvivors
Hmmmm, I didn’t think you were advising for everyone to run to the wilderness or not to plant trees.
I like your article. I agree with it (those two things usually go together). I recently came to much the same decision myself, after a recent stop at a Science Museum in a large city. It had a visual graphic, computerized, that showed the earth over a 24-hour period (all images taken by satellites). What I was totally dumbstruck by was the amont of airline traffic – at night the image(s) showed the paths of all the airplanes in the sky. There are 30,000 airplane flights a day – every day – that happen in this world (according to this display).
And as I stood there in amazement, watching the endless streams of airplanes from everywhere to everywhere, it hit me: there is no stopping this. There isn’t. I can pemaculture my yard and drive my Prius as little as possible and hang my clothes to dry. That’s all well and great from a personal integrity and “sending out a little concentric ring for nature” perspective. But, in a world where 30,000 airplane flights occur every single day, it’s not going to make a significant bit of difference for, well, anything. “The system” is so massive, so entrenched, and so pervasive (world-wide), with so many powerful people benefitting from it, that it isn’t going to change until it has to. And that won’t be pretty.
For me, there was a turning point in seeing those images, and I have ended up (at the moment, anyway) where you largely seem to be. So I appreciate the insight(s).
I live in the desert and I can assure you that it is not going to be the place to run to. If anything, the rest of the world will likely have to accommodate us desert dwellers. The fight for water has already begun here in Arizona, and much of the fighting going on in the middle east presently is connected to water shortages, although this is usually not mentioned.
There is no way to predict exactly what will happen, and when. I live in a place that is likely to be an early casualty of all of this, and the thing I grapple with every day on my ranchito is FUTILITY. Wondering why I should bother struggling so hard to improve this place when I am likely going to have to walk away from it in the near future leaving it to be buried in sand and tumbleweeds.
All I can say is that when I am doing the work at hand, I am setting things right, and setting things right is always a good habit to be in. If nothing else I learn a lot. I witness my acts resonating positively with the land, the animals, the plants, and it brings me joy to see them benefit. It is regenerative. Energy well spent. The only fight to be won right now is the fight within ourselves. We must not waste the time and privileges we have succumbing to futility. I believe a thing that drains away energy is futile, while a thing that creates more of it is the antidote. To each their own way.