no maps for these territories

“The world is increasingly unthinkable – a world of planetary disasters, emerging pandemics, tectonic shifts, strange weather, oil-drenched seascapes, and the furtive, always-looming threat of extinction. In spite of our daily concerns, wants, and desires, it is increasingly difficult to comprehend the world in which we live and of which we are a part. To confront this idea is to confront an absolute limit to our ability to adequately understand the world at all – an idea that has been a central motif of the horror genre for some time.” ~ Eugene Thacker, In The Dust Of This Planet

While I sit here watching and reading live feeds and reports on the escalating nuclear disaster at the Fukushima Daiichi nuclear complex in Japan I have to constantly brace myself to stop from crying. And the only thoughts I can generate are not at all helpful or hopeful.

We have all but ruined this planet. We have so thoroughly abused, polluted and desiccated it that it is fast becoming uninhabitable for many species, especially humans. A tipping point has been reached and there is no turning back. What kind of creatures do we think we are? How fucking arrogant and stupid we have become. The notion of 'hubris' is not even applicable at this scale.

 From where I view things the future, our collective future, is now opening unto the darkest horizon we ever dared to imagine. We have no maps for these territories.  

There is nothing in me that wants to do anything other than simply be as close to my family as possible. All pontifications are superfluous to the existential imperatives of love and intimacy. Our world, our loved ones are calling for us to feel deeper and act better than we ever have before. And at this point I got nothing else to give.