Something extremely obvious
occurred to me while I was sitting waiting and, therefore, physically
unemployed.
The mind wandered off on its
own into some dark corner of the establishment where I was temporarily
imprisoned in an interminable wait to see some equally bored Government
official.
While my mind was over there
in the corner peering out at the great unwashed masses seated around me it
noted two things:
1.
That they were equally bored.
2.
That everything it saw came from the ground.
Number one shall be dealt
with later, for the time being we shall be content with looking at Number 2.
From its vantage point over
in the corner underneath the seat where an Indian lady of generous proportions
was studying her husband’s documents, my mind saw shoes.
The shoes appeared to be
leather.
Following that train of
thought, the leather came from a cow—or, possibly a sheep, goat or pig. Cow
skin is the strongest. Of course, you could always slaughter a horse for its
meat and skin but that might raise a clamour among the ‘horsey-people’, they
would object to their favourite animal being killed like a common cow. Of
course, in India…
The point is that these
animals are all herbivores. It is a sad reflection on our society that we are
inclined to feed our herbivores with animal’s products ground down into
bite-sized chunks as well as stuffing them with petro-chemicals.
Herbivores eat plants, as
well you know. Plants grow out of the ground—they are from the earth. Does this
make herbivores vegetables? They are only processed grass, really.
But the point is that those
shoes were derived from earth—dirt. The earth was processed through plants,
into animals and became leather.
Your car started out in the
ground. Everything in it was under the surface of the earth at some point. The
aeroplane that you go on holiday inside started out underground.
The fuels that drive these
machines came from under the ground. We shall not, here, moot the idea that
fossil fuels are not, as some scientist(s) have claimed, compressed and antique
animals and vegetables but a complete, and separate, mineral unto themselves.
Your hand phone and computers
are the same. Anything organic, and there is very little of that, in them came,
as did everything else, from under the ground.
Hand phones, computers and
tablets contain rare earths. They are called ‘rare earths’ because they are
hard to find in commercially viable quantities such as are required for the
manufacture of hand phones, computers and tablets. But find them they do, so that
you can have the latest technology with which to play games and ‘What’s App’
your friends.
People die getting these rare
earths. They are, for the most part, dangerous. Processing them is a toxic
procedure that risks communities but, fortunately, these are poverty stricken
communities that are disadvantaged with regards to hand phones, computers and
tablets.
Around about this point in
time, my mind emerged from under the seat that was now occupied by a tall, thin
Chinese gentleman who appeared to understand very little of what was going on
around him, and soared upwards, out of the building, and into fresh air.
Luckiest of minds—I was still stuck in the waiting area.
My mind relayed back another
thought.
Why are we still here?
“Look,” it said, “Look at all
those cars, lorries, motorcycles, aeroplanes, hand phones, computers and
tablets. Look at all those clothes, shoes, bags, watches and watchstraps. We are
surrounded—personally and as a group and as a Nation, by manufactured items.
Trillions and trillions of socks, rings, necklaces, hand phone cases, steering
wheel covers, brushes, buckets, shovels, heaters and air conditioning units.
“Why are we not, all of us,
walking on a huge cavern under the ground where all this came from?” it asked
me, plaintively.
“Because,’ I replied,
somewhat testily I might add, “The ‘cave’ under the ground is full of waste
that we throw away on a daily basis. The hole is refilled with discarded hand
phones, computers and tablets.”
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