When the first hunter gathers left the wild for a life of agriculture, did some old, wise hunter gather look at the new farmers and think, “this can’t end well”? Did he see that this new way of living was not right, not natural? That man’s attempt to manipulate his environment and make his future predictable was going to throw a wrench in the delicate balance of life on this planet? That the moment we stopped trusting nature to provide and stopped living in harmony with the seasons and other animals, we were doomed? That having a few useful possessions was better than excess? That living in close groups that depended on each other for survival created strong bonds and a sense of belonging and connection that we have been longing for ever since? That ownership of land was a ridiculous idea and would lead to governments, religion, and wars? Not to mention a life o

enslaved to money. That too many people living for too long in one place would lead to sickness and disease?

We have lost our way. We think we’re so advanced and that our intelligence and technology will continue to save us. The problem is that we are totally dependent. It will be the planets ultimately destroyer. Because of technology we can feed the masses, and make life easier for our bulging populations, but for how long and at what cost? It’s too late. We’re addicted. There’s no stopping it. Man created climate change is happening and the experts say will continue to get worse. Droughts and natural disasters will continue to escalate. Food and water supplies will continue to be effected. Many will die and suffer.

Maybe it was inevitable because of our big brains. A blessing and a curse. There’s no going back to the wild, I wish we could. we wish knew how. I wish we had the instincts and the physicality and mental toughness for it, but we don’t, We’re weak addicts born into a world of addicts that don’t know that they are one. What seems natural and normal to us couldn’t be further from it. We’re lost in the Matrix, plugged in, but there’s no escape. No choice but to ride it out and hope for the best.