It is estimated that around 130 million books have been written throughout history, since our friend Gutenberg invented his toy. Sorry, that was a while ago, now there’s more…
The truth is that everything has been said and written, one and a thousand times. But we have neither the time, nor the capacity, nor the desire to read it. So, we keep repeating it over and over again (by the way, I remember that I read this from others, several times).
The truth is that this matrix is insane.
And yet, knowing it, I either write or burst. That has also been said. I read it from Sábato, and surely some thousands of wise men before him. How absurd, isn’t it?
Well, on second thought, I suppose that scattered among tons of repeated words, new ideas creep in. If it were not so, we would live like Gutenberg, with his habits, with his sciences, and I am afraid, with his ridiculous little hat. The crux of the matter, then, would be to run a “text filter” that eliminates repetitions. How much would be left, say 1 percent? 1.3 million books? It still looks vast.
But anyway, if we don’t want to burst, let’s at least repeat little and efficiently. And I’ll tell you once and for all: you’d better dedicate this time to something else, because nothing I write or say is news. Pure repetition.
Okay, fine. If no one reads, then I’ll go to something else too? But, didn’t I say that I was bursting at the seams? My daughters are right: I am getting old.
I want to answer a question for myself: what is the point of having a vision of sustainable living in the middle of nature? I want the answer in my pocket, so that when some old friend asks me the question, chuckling in anticipation of my hesitation, I can get the answer out to him in checkmate.
But between repeated lines, the question is asked by an old man, to be read by old men. I don’t think any young person of 2025 needs it. For him, it is obvious. And it is so, because Western Civilization is no longer Western Civilization. It is something else. Someone should change the little sign once and for all. If you prefer, let him change it at night, to keep up appearances a little.
Those of today, understand that infinite growth cannot be achieved with finite resources (Planet Earth). Those of today, understand that throwing more, and more, and more, and more, and more garbage into a finite container, fills it (The Ocean). Those of today, understand that there is no wall high enough to separate ostentatious wealth from pauper poverty. What happens is that those of today still do not have the rudder. We are clinging to it, we old fools of the dying Western Civilization.
Have you seen the movie “Don’t look up”? Well, you’re late! Everyone knows that we are going straight to the cliff. Not the metaphorical one, the real one! Not the meteorite one, but the one of the sewage in our guts. And we don’t do enough to divert the course, because we’re focused on the soccer game, the soap opera, and the neighbor.
The question is already answered: I am here for two reasons, 1) Ever since I came out of my mother’s vagina, I liked the color green; and 2) I am allergic to inconsistencies (By the way, when I was a teenager, I think this elegantly summed it up: “if I had faith, I would be a priest”). The only coherent thing at this historical moment is to try to make what I do sustainable.
Summary: green and sustainable. Full stop. How do I feel? Fucking great! I do exactly what I like to do, which coincides with what should be done.
Babylon Gardens 