The elephant in the room is humanity. The species is taking up all the space and its becoming difficult to breathe. It’s a nice elephant, but when it breaks wind, all else suffers (and trembles) – even the elephant starts to notice a strange whiff in the air, but pretends it isn’t there.
Funny thing though. The elephant is beginning to wake up. Self-realisation is dawning. As it starts to feel itself pushing against the other occupants and even the walls of the room (biosphere), it is beginning to realise that its just one big, clumsy thing that needs to go on a diet and learn to tip-toe.
This realisation is evidenced by the gradual admission that old ways of doing things don’t work. That growth isn’t the answer. That control isn’t the answer. That bullshit is not a solution itself, even if it might be compost for a solution.
There’s some hope that the elephant is going to put down its drink (oil), stop f**king around (increasing the population) and push-off into the corner so that others can breathe. Let’s politely help it to do so …
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