019. I'm an Antidote to - Profound Failure of Imagination

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9iNL0h_1YPk  [GWD.F.]

I totally didn't see this until last week.  Some kind and relatively good hearts in Occupy have been providing some level of support to this death fast, and as I've gotten to know them, what maybe I thought was the one and only hallmark of true activism, the absence of all cowardice, the presence of all love, came clear to me is not the only issue, to true activism, to activism that is has hope, that has potency.  Because in two individuals three, actually, that I can think of, I don't find any significant amount of cowardice, but in recognizing that they're still not grasping the clear need for the death fast, another factor hit me - profound lack of imagination in the people of today. 

I hesitate to raise his name because such a loose cannon, maybe Alzheimer's now, addle headed, but used to do some important work.  James Lovelock, father of the Gaia theory, worked for NASA for years, a Britt.  In one of his books spoke of how, the reason we would not overcome global warming, was because we were not mentally capable of responding to such a slow-motion threat.  A colorless, odorless gas. That certainly is on the lines of what I'm finding here, a profound lack of imagination. 

Everything has an effect, and the more that high-tech media, movies, television, handheld media, computers have filled our nervous systems, it has displaced the opportunities for imagination, and our circuits for imagination have dramatically atrophied.  These two bright souls at Occupy that I reference, are among our most hopeful in terms of their evident capacities, and even they fundamentally lack the intellectual and moral imagination to see and fully grasp yet this unfolding Armageddon, Armageddon for the youth of today, Armageddon squared each succeeding generation.  They're unable to see. I was about to say I'm unable to articulate it, but, there are dozens that have tried.

Are there 10 in the world, are there 10 in this country, with the moral and intellectual imagination see this unfolding horror?  The evidence that they have, or not, will be in their behavior, they'll come and join the death fast, or not.   Yes, maybe they'll invent something better, that is extremely unlikely. They'll come and join.

The evidence so far is there are not such, there are not 10.  There are those that see it well enough to write about it, but the way you can tell someone actually sees is by their behavior and no one is behaving as though they see the impending horror, maybe Jim Hansen a little bit. 

The way to overcome a fundamental lack of imagination is to exercise, the way to overcome the inability to climb mount McKinley or mount Everest, is to fundamentally exercise the abilities to do so.  So, unless some people choose to deliberately and appropriately exercise their imagination, and do it rapidly, they will not be able to appropriately respond.  They will not be able to join the death fast with joy, for the joy of it, for the euphoria of seeing how to avert the horror that they, in their imagination, based on the science, have seen.  Everything depends upon some people developing moral imagination. 

I'll run the risk here of opening myself to even more ridicule and criticism than normally I do.  If the Gospels are at all correct, virtually no one had the moral imagination to understand what Jesus was about and what Jesus was doing until after his death.   There is the remotest possibility that after my death, among one or three or five, it may, it may spark the beginnings of that imagination. 

Death fast is the only way to stop global warming in time, and what a wonderful way, what a cheap, inexpensive weapon.  A thousand of us with our life on the line will stop it, and most of us won't be allowed to die. 

The most powerful, most effective, least deadly weapon in history. 

If there aren't a thousand today, it might be that the number will begin to grow, as the impending doom becomes more evident, and maybe, as my example is one they ponder after my death.

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