Unless...

"Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, Nothing is going to get better. It's not."

Dr. Seuss, The Lorax

How prescient his advice was in what's deemed a simple children's story. Doc was deep.

As members of humanity, we have the same opposing thumbs as apes.

Yet, we can think, reason, dream, drive, design dresses and microchips, plan, raise families and skyscrapers, go to the moon, build space stations, launch probes on Mars, manufacture clothing, baby carriages, semiconductors, atomic bombs and massively affect the climate.

Ironically, the similar one thing between both the three presidential and vice presidential debates is neither of them discussed climate change or what either party would do about what has now asserted itself in the current disaster.

Octavia Butler advocated for space travel in her dystopian novels Parable of the Sower and Parable of the Talents. It took her characters a long time - two novels - to get to that point. The main character was the female Moses that didn't see the promised land beyond earth.

Sadly, we currently have only one starship: terra firma beneath our feet and an atmosphere steadily warming in our greenhouse life support system. We also have a dysfunctional political system that won't allow us to address real problems, only red herrings to "fire up the base."

In an interview I read at the conclusion of "Sower," Butler used the term "smooth dinosaurs" referring to humanity and the possibility of it becoming extinct. Her apocalyptic world was post climate change resulting in violent weather patterns, rising tides, eroded coastlines, societal stratification, human migration, hyper inflation, a small and dwindling middle class (just not in the sense we currently esteem it), the haves in walled-off cities with their own private armies; for the rest of us: privatized police, fire and emergency services (no money; no service) and...cannibalism as means of survival for the "have-nots." There seemed to be some religiousity, primarily used by the haves to control the shrinking middle class that had banned together in their own walled cities and posted themselves as sentries from cannibals and bandits.

Unless...

I hate putting things in such graphic detail. However, I fear we're reaching or maybe have already reached the "tipping point," at which time the Texas colloquialism of "hunkering down" will become a lifestyle...as mole men underground. The date of the link from The Guardian provided in this paragraph: 9 November 2011, predicting then we had five years to make drastic changes. We now have four. Just enough to begin healing the earth, or for deregulation to push us all towards the inevitable.

Unless...

I've found something on Liquid Fluoride Thorium Reactors. It's an old idea in nuclear reactors, but since its byproducts have less of a half-life than Uranium or Plutonium (and one can't make bombs from it, my guess) it's not as well known or promoted.

Unless...

Christian Science Monitor: Earth's ecosystems nearing catastropic 'tipping point'