It's a Matter of Distance

 A time will come when almost no one remembers the political fights of the early 21st century. It will no longer matter who is to blame for the continued destruction of terrestrial life and its ongoing consequences. It doesn't seem possible now, just four days before the US presidential election, but the results will be very much the same, in the long run, no matter who wins. The only real difference is how fast it will happen and how much suffering there will be.

Even when we are forced into choosing the lesser of two evils, we are still responsible for the outcomes of that choice. There is no going back, and the way forward into a liveable future is narrowing. How much distance will be required before future generations won't even remember that there was once a way forward, and that it wasn't taken?



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