By Jack Wolf
Last night the smoke from the many forest fires surrounding my city turned my once bright neighborhood into something that looked like an apocalyptic nightmare. A thick, yellow and amber haze flowed through the streets like fog and the air was thick with particulates from smoke. It was hard to breathe – not only from the smoke but also from the nearly 100 degree F heat that has been cooking us for days on end. Above it all, as the sun mercifully set, a baleful red moon hovered overhead, barely visible through the haze. My Lady suggested that this is what nineteenth century London might have been like. Perhaps so and that, like my own city, was the result of human arrogance and abuse on the land.
Today the weather is somewhat cooler yet the smoke and the smell remains. I think of all the brothers and sisters of the woods who have died in the many fires raging so close. I think of the trees and the other plant people who have been scorched to death. I think of the brave firefighters who are out there right now, risking their lives to protect the rest of us. Already one of these fine folk has lost his life defending us. I was a volunteer fire-crew member on a few occasions back in the day and I know how deadly the spirit of fire can be.
And yet…despite all of this…despite the sacrifice and the damage that has already occurred, today I read that our so-called government people are still pushing ahead with insane plans to build more pipelines and create more damage through their addiction to power and to oil. This is either pure madness or the most degenerate flavor of evil….and as a Thornish person I am not predisposed to a belief in evil….but actions and behaviors speak for themselves.