Once, if you dared to warn the world that our emitting of poisons into the air, and deadly chemicals, petroleum residues, and nuclear waste into the sand, dirt, and all water sources, many defenders would have said you were premature. Some others would have attacked you for being an alarmist, a bad person for exaggerating like that and scaring people. Of course, these angry critics were afraid. Anger grows out of fear, and every bully runs scared. If you had the sense and concern to speak your valid fear of the murdering of nature then, at the start of your deadly practices, you were too early.
If you continued to sound alarms, to speak reasonably, and in considered detail, quoting statistics as proof, you were being a pessimist, and everyone ought to be optimistic, you see, because pessimism is destructive, but blind optimism feeds and nurtures everyone, it keeps us going.
These days, when you say that we are too late—that the deadly process can’t be stopped—you are the nastiest sort of doomsayer. You are an enemy of humankind. Maybe you are. Maybe you are a Planetarian—who supports and loves the earth and its harmonies—but has come to fear and, even worse, to loathe the one creature that shatters, tears, pierces, and tortures its own and all other creatures; poisons the air, land, and water with blind and deaf greed.
If you are, take cover. Protect yourself. Try to keep your own counsel, to keep order, to keep going. Time is precious, so little is left.