I am 61, and unhappy about the state of affairs. Or unhappy about the affairs of state. Either way, I am extremely worried about our last election, and what will happen once the president-elect takes office. I am worried for the lbgtq community, the immigrants, the people of color, and all of us. I am extremely worried that public schools will lose funding at a time when we desperately need to increase it. I worry that all the rights we fight for are in danger. We are guaranteed the right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. I believe we have a right to healthcare. Every one of us, not healthcare in emergency rooms when people have waited too long because they couldn’t afford a doctor, but preventative healthcare for every citizen. The thing I am very most worried about is the lack of understanding between facts and theories, opinions, and flat out lies. Facts don’t change, facts don’t count on your beliefs. Accepted or not, they remain true. It is a fact that the visible universe is about 46 billion light years and continues to expand. It is a fact we do not know what is beyond, there may well be more universes. It is a fact that the universe is 13.8 billion years old. Climate change is a fact, not believing it doesn’t change its existence. I fear greatly that science will not be respected, or often acknowledged, it this upcoming administration. This could spell disaster for us.
But then, in the vastness of the cosmos, what are we, but, as Carl Sagan put it, “a mote of dust.” This earth is all we have, if we abuse it, we will exterminate ourselves, no doubt. With all this in mind, I can’t help but return to our very tininess, our total and complete lack of importance in the grand scheme of things. If we all disappear, the universe will go on. With this in mind, one refrain keeps running through my head. It is from the TV show based on Dr. Suess’s Horton Hears a Who. It’s the story where Horton the Elephant saves a world of very tiny creatures on a speck of dust, from those that won’t listen and demand Horton destroy the tiny dustball. If we don’t acknowledge the trouble we are in, global warming will take place and destroy our habitat, basically boiling our planet. How long have we been roaming this earth and still unable to find peace? What the hell, it’s happening anyway, so go ahead, “BOIL THAT DUST SPECK”.