Here we are, lost in the chaos of our own industrial, consumerist mess, and now we’re whining about the fate of the planet. It’s almost like we’re just playing a part, indulging in guilt and self-flagellation because, deep down, we know our little individual ¨efforts¨ can’t touch the might of industry. but it gives you a good conscience and it looks nice...So, who’s to blame? Well, industry just gives us more of what we crave: endless crap that make us feel important and offer a false sense of purpose for our voluntary servitude. It’s a daily crapy messy circus. We’ve gone from being forced to coexist with nature to a delusional phase of “dominating” it, and now we’re pretending we’re in the middle of “saving” it.Sometimes I wonder why the ants, dogs, or even plants haven’t given us a kick in the ass yet. Maybe they’ve always known we’re nothing but a fleeting joke in the grand scheme of things.When we talk about saving nature, we’re really just worried about our own comfort in this Anthropocene era. The planet? It’s just drifting along, indifferent to our presence, with or without us, our atmosphere, even what we call ¨life¨ and obviously our precious gadgets. Why should it care?Now, what the stones that know us in the sector tell me is that we only have two paths left, the first, to whine (again and again) about our "insignificance" or to stop once and for all being such idiots and simply take part, all pleasure included, without stupid beatitude, in "all this big thing" beyond our little navels... basically, all the rest of the universe...And meanwhile, the ants are building themselves some really big shoes...it's going to hurt...it's not the wind that whistles, it's the stones that laugh...