The Best I can Do

Native Mesoamericans lead me to the following thoughts.

 They are like extraterrestrials, they see what most of us do not. Our world is coming to an end. No flowers, no rivers, no nature.

I am old enough to understand what they mean, I saw the beautiful Guerrero landscape when I was a kid, now I live in a town, Chilpancingo, where the river, the Huacapa River,  is dead and nobody is crying.

Reading The Cosmic Ark, I actually was weeping, when the mother (Mother Earth?) explains the little kids what a flower is. They had never seen one!

Yes, those things can happen, the rate of destruction is staggering, and most of us are going through a business as usual attitude, that is starting to look to me as collective psychosis.

I hope I am exaggerating.

The best I can do is to be as close as I can with my kids and help them.