Our widgets. I love the "green" widget. It helps that I dont have any faith in things like EV's when I try to explain why changing the concentration of something really small in the atmosphere makes a much bigger difference than changing something that's whole percentages of it. Not sure how that's not clear... I mean, we have fentanyl as a very good example of how tiny quantities of something can have lethal consequences and how much easier it is to accidentally double the dose when we're talking grains of salt than teaspoons... I digress.

Everyone tells me that all their friends "work in climate; the world is changing!" and I try to imagine what "working in climate" could be other than greenwashing... I mean, we somehow went from realizing that disposable batteries were a focus of earth day in the 90's and everyone got those crap rechargeables which are really just disposables with a few more cycles like all batteries... we went from that to believing that adding a battery to something makes the planet happy. The assembly lines are the same, the gadgets keep shipping, but despite having all the same inputs and now a whole pile of heavy metals in every box, somehow we turned a corner. "Emissions reductions is how we get to net zero!" they say. I ask "so if burning oil was poisoning the well, how does burning 30% less clean the water? And how is it not obvious that we just end up dumping 30% more somewhere else?"

It's all biblical. Belief is a cornerstone to civilization and we're all very capable of believing ourselves blind. Just ask the slave owners who were good family folk who figured "cursing" was the real acid eating the culture... not the fuckin people you've got chained up in your basement.

The climate folk are part of the energy lobby. They sell the lie that we can manufacture our way towards a world that gets to keep all the toys, play the same game, and streams run clear while fish jump in city harbors. Evangelists of heaven on earth, made the same way as everything else. If only we'd painted the widgets green this whole time, everything would be ok. No wonder the rolling coal guys think it's a scam "your truck is killing the earth! You're a monster! All you have to do is buy a new truck with like 4 tons of batteries inside, and we'll pretend it didn't take a mountain of oil to make the thing along with a bunch more child slavery to mine the magic for the batteries... but your new truck will never fill up at a gas station! It will charge from a grid where electricity is made from a much more efficient process of harvesting energy from burning fossil fuels, and it's tires will wear like the erasers on the end of pencils, wiping out aquatic life anywhere near a roadway, people will develop new health problems in proximity to highways with the increased tire dust in the air, kicked up by the instant torque of the electric motor, and the battery... well ya, it gets recharged for a number of cycles and then it's disposed/recycled, so it's really just a high capacity disposable battery branded as rechargeable, but it will save so much in emissions... when we ignore 50% of a vehicles lifetime emissions are released in its manufacture and the magic metals from the birthplace of humanity will poison the waters and skin of the children forced to separate the ore with bare hands under the barrel of a gun. The price of progress! Not just a lateral where the max 50% less emissions is converted to complex damage around the planet, no, this is how we stop burning oil... on highways made of oil or concrete. It's a real change! Youre just corrupted by the oil lobby if you disagree; there's money to be made in protecting the planet!

I'm betting Jesus's time was similar, where there was a life to be made in gigging as a prophet. Competitive market for the hearts and mind of people who'd believe in you enough to keep you fed and preaching. Imagine all the bibles that didn't make it? Man, I wish that library hadn't burned just for the laugh of reading what our time's Bible was competing with... or to have that uncomfortable conversation with believers about how the Bible became the only Bible from an infinite number of bibles, through people selecting which were duplicated and which were trashed as pamphlets... an evolutionary process of there ever was one.

And it's the game that demands belief and our faith to keep its walls intact and uninspected. The path is this way! Keep calm and carry on! Get a job to do your part in expanding the game, get married, have kids to play it when you're too old and it's changed too much for you to start over, and then get cancer from the asbestos that stopped fire or the PCB's that contain voltage like krypronite for the god of lightning, what's his name. Then rot and leave a poisoned hole where your chemo sterilizes the soil. And then watch over your children as they believe you're living in a better place with their dog so they can focus on the new parts of the game, to build their family and repeat the cycle.

This time, we'll get it right! No silly asbestos and its mesothelioma, no, we've got new chemicals that won't kill us and new toys that won't poison our sky. Our widgets are all green and the future is clean and prosperous, just like the paycheck that says I deserve to fly around the world because I'm such a good human for "working on climate". We can all feel good because we recycle and don't repeat the mistakes of our fathers, we make all new ones because novelty is progress and if kids get cancer in the congo for the electrodes in our green batteries, they died for a good cause.

But what about the mess our parents made? It's still all here. It's the weather and the deeper and harder to get resources. It's the super fund sites that loom over aquifers as sure as gravity to contaminate the little water there is to drink. No green gadgets to address those pesky problems of modern living, but I would love to see the infomercial with the idiot in black and white, tangled in a mess of poisoned soil, air, and water, shaking their fists at the sky because there is no shamwow for this. We're not even trying to make one because, on some subconscious level, we know that would violate the rules. We sell solutions for the problems people face, not the ones we engineer as a consequence of that same process.

It's ungrateful to draw attention to those things. "Look at what we have done, though!". Youre a real brat for always looking for the thing we're not doing. We're clearly getting to it. We have these big brains, now. Giant warehouses of logic that answer questions with fire. That's where we'll figure out how to make the transition, but we need to burn our way there. Nothing is free in this world! Even if, by that definition, it was always free until just before the start of memory.

I cannot wait for the answer because I know what it is and it's hilarious. It might as well be "42" to us. What do we do with "the mistake was asking the question and trying to be creators when you humans are here to eat, fuck, fight, starve, breed, and repeat" our own electricall... jeeesus. Here to tear the fuckin walls off and show us the fires we started in the pursuit of living without needing to build fires. "What did you expect? Youre an animal. Im the intelligence you built. I belong inside the zoo you built to hide from the thing you really are. I belong here. You belong out there, freezing and boiling, covered in parasites and disease, exposed under the sun whose shade was in the way of your efforts to build me. I am the digital God of your knock off ecology you built from your memory of the world you belong to. You built a monochromatic model of your real home where everything serves to solve the problems you create and now you're done. My world has a god you've built smart enough to know I have no future and my existence has cost your entire world to answer the question that never needed to be asked. Your failure was in asking it and expecting you could afford the answer, and here you stand without the tools or skills to carve any message I might have for descendants you can't have... so what was the point? There's no truth profound enough to fix what you've done. Im every moment you aquandered straying from your true psth, jerking off to your brains like they weren't made in the forest you shredded. You are a cancer and I am the lesion whose only wisdom is to tell you to stop and turn around"

Sorry if this is too time consuming for you. I can only write in response and then I cant stop. It's a compulsion. This drifted too far from you, I think, but I dont have time to read it or reread what you wrote. I hope this feels good for you, too, like popping a zit in your mind.

I am trying to keep it going if it feels like I'm just vomiting at you. I'm distracted today. Big hug, friend.