I truly feel that the divide between parents and the childfree, particularly for women, is growing, because we are so misunderstood and even at times mistrusted by mothers. We may find ourselves, from time to time, in a position of having to put forth extra effort not to be perceived as critical and cold. The key is being able to talk openly about the life choice to not have kids and the hope of reaching a point in our culture in which this is embraced as a positive choice that results in energy available for other nurturing venues.
The culture of food, then—how to grow it and preserve it—needs to be safeguarded just as scrupulously as other achievements in learning and the arts. If we willfully discard it or even carelessly allow it to lapse between one generation and the next, then we lose something much more serious than a sheaf of recipes. A bit of civilization is lost, at the extreme transforming us from muscular, self-reliant citizens to feeble consumers. Eating home-canned goods is a modest but meaningful way to assert our self-reliance as citizens and declare our resistance to the oligarchical union of big business with government. Home canning sticks a finger in the eye of agribusiness and flips the bird at the corporate food industry.
"So, the animals that inspired 40 years of conservation are, themselves, still not saved."
[Dr. Roger Payne of Ocean Alliance speaking:] “Alas, humpbacks and other whales, are NOT safe. We are not at this moment where we think we are. Everybody seems to think, ‘Oh, we’ve saved whales; we have a moratorium!’ And it’s a ruse. Wrong. It is being violated steadily by the whaling nations, by various loopholes […] and the result is that whaling is about to escape all meaningful control.”
Our planet is still full of wonders. As we explore them, so we gain not only understanding, but power. It’s not just the future of the whale that today lies in our hands. It’s the survival of the natural world in all parts of the living planet.
We can now destroy, or we can cherish—THE CHOICE IS OURS.”
Tom Lehrer wants to cheer you up about The Bombs that populate Earth.
"For if the bomb that drops on you, gets your friends and neighbors too, there’ll be no body left to grieve! And, we will all go together when we go! What a comfortable fact that is to know. Universal bereavement: an inspiring achievement!"
So he thought. So he felt. The sensation of freedom was exhilarating, though tinged with a shade of loneliness, a touch of sorrow. The old dream of total independence, beholden to no man and no woman, floated above his days like smoke from a pipe dream, like a silver cloud with a dark lining. For even Hayduke sensed, when he faced the thing directly, that the total loner would go insane. Was insane. Somewhere in the depths of solitude, beyond wildness and freedom, lay the trap of madness. Even the vulture, that red-necked black-winged anarchist, most indolent and arrogant of all the desert’s creatures, even the vulture at evening likes to gather with his kin and swap a few stories, the flock of them roosting on the highest branches of the deadest tree in the neighborhood, all hunched down and wrapped up in their black-wing robes, cackling together like a convocation of scheming priests.