Let's try a little story.
First, picture in your mind a desert.
No! No! Not dessert. A Desert!
Ah! That's better!
See those hot winds blowing those blistering sands, piling up dunes. Covering and killing all living things in their path. As the hot Sun beats mercilessly upon the land.
Now, picture if you will, a green jungle at the very edge of that desert. It's lush green growth retreating before those relentless sands.
See at the very edge of that jungle, the tall termite mound. The termites working in blind harmony, moving the sand and earth grain by grain as the mound rises. four, five, six feet high.
Yet look! Even as the mound rises, the jungle retreats from it. Soon it is at the mercy of the fierce heat of the desert.
No longer are the termites able to venture outside the mound.
Yet within the mound, everything is wonderful, everything is fine, everything is beautiful, the blind leading the blind.
Now termites being termites, new queens must come forth. Unable to leave the mound, these queens must start new colonies within that mound. Too soon, the mound contains many different colonies, each vying the other for territory.
Yet, within the mound, everything is beautiful, everything is fine, everything is wonderful. And the blind still lead the blind.
Then one day a small termite, trying to undermine another's territory, broke through the protective wall of the mound. Oh it was such a small hole, and the termite of course lost it's life, but inside the mound, everything remained beautiful, everything was fine, everything was wonderful, and the blind still led the blind.
But! The hole, though small, was still a hole. The fierce desert winds found it. At first only a few grains were blown away. But the hole became larger and those termites below it died.
But! Within the mound, everything was beautiful, everything was fine, everything was wonderful. And the blind still led the blind.
More wind found the now larger hole and made it larger, and larger still, until soon the wearing away became irresistible, and the mound soon disappeared to join the fine white sands of the desert.
Gone was the mound. Gone were the termites. Not one thing remained.
So everything wasn't so beautiful, everything wasn't so fine, nothing was wonderful. But what can you expect when the blind lead the blind.
Just think Grandchildren, if there had been just one eye to see, just one voice to speak, just one termite to repair that hole. There would still be a mound for those who care to seek.
Perhaps you will remember this story the next time you hear about the hole in our ozone.
Perhaps it is already too late!
It is said that we rely upon our green and growing brothers to maintain that ozone shield that protects us from the Sun's ultra-violet radiation.
Perhaps one of you reading this, would dare to try a test. Place your favorite plant beneath an ultra-violet lamp and see how long it lasts.
Perhaps then you will realize the true meaning of this story.
Oh yes, I have heard all the excuses that our government has given, as to reducing the use of ozone killing products.
Why I even heard someone blame it all on cow manure. But I personally think that the excess B.S. doesn't come from the cattle, but from those who place more importance in their coffer's than our potential coffins.
But then that is my opinion. I am not a termite, to follow blindly, those who would for greed and power, lead to the total destruction of all that I appreciate and hold dear.
Need I say more?
For those who have cared to read. Wanishi!
Blue Turtle
