And you are, my Muse, my ‘drug-induced bonhomie’. Stalking my night, in the days before Winter Solstice, as though that was just a chance.

My past and present stand like young men, staking claims to territories as yet undiscovered.  We are the warriors whose makeup is the sum of our experience; we have formed 3D images of the world, based on just such mental mapping.

Where the State and Mr/s Average want a given outcome, we have long learned to juxtapose our own belief system, based on science, not ‘belief’.

We, the generation charged with the responsibility of deciding our children’s future, not based on wishful thinking, as much is, but rooted in our best science, projection and forecast, must do battle with troglodyte superstition, deep distrust of science as the death of the gods.

The people whose Ethos is scientific rigour, whose vows are made in the arcane code of DNA have combed and gauged the data, processed it into information and concluded: “Humanity has been growing on its intellectual and manipulative prowess, at all levels, but now we have peaked and have before us only a sharp decline, with only the tiniest fraction continuing to evolve, even as the rest turn descend back into the slime whence all life came”.

Regrettably, humanity chose the path of Parasitism, though it had the option of another, far more sustainable choice: symbiosis.

From Agricultural Revolution to the enclosure, the clearances, colonialism… though we had learned to grow enough from the soil, we retained a hunter’s taste for meat, a savage taste for enslaving others of our species.

A taste for exploitation we has never lost… Life is easy when you can get someone/thing else to do the work for you, fuelling the dream-inducing state, the illusory power of a Virtual Reality – more convincing than the surrounding, stark daylight, the cold and fear of cold night.

Technology leads you to the edge of human imagination, plugs you in and sets up a mass escape route, a Matrix.

Just as today cars, computers, mobile ‘phones seduce three generations across the globe, into a state of dependence that weakens and befuddles, leaving them unfit, listless, incapable of independent thought or action, all must first be trialled in VR, television plots driving children to heinous assault on one another, on animals, on anyone too weak to fight back; childre, babies, women, elders.. all sacrificed in secret, by abuse, by a deeper sense of fear than any dark, stormy night could evoke: the fear of non-existence, the fear of virtual monsters that have made their homes in the weakened mind.

To underpin the virtual status, an augmented strength, a sense of omnipotence born from servomotors, servo brakes… no real strength, just violence against the weak.

So this paradigm of utter reliance on the status quo threatens to gut humanity like a fish, its competitive edge now so blunted by millennial success and the absence of competitors that most city-dwellers wouldn’t last a week in the wild and many tourists die every year of nothing more than idiocy…

Climate Change is the first of several pressing issues that will awaken Homo sapiens to its limited choices. Loss of biodiversity may be the next, but perhaps it is nothing more than a minor adjustment, a monitoring feedback parameter, in a raft of senses that trigger planetary immuno-response.

Even as Climate Change Denial gathers their uncomprehending rank and file to figh COP15, I see the future sharply outlined: renewables or a return to Cro Magnon! Climate Change Deniers ARE Cro Magnon, and Gaia tolerates  evolution to travel in either direction… from monkey to ape to human… and back again.

CCDs are the living proof!