Peace does not conform itself to what I think it should be. It doesn't give a crap what I think, actually. Enso Circles remind me that perfection is a myth of my own creation. The combined EnsoPeace symbol reminds me that the communal journey toward incremental gains is a perpetual state.
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A day set aside by certain of Earth's occupants to worry about the condition of the one planet nearby that can sustain life.
It's not much of a planet, really. According to the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, its "an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the galaxy". The Guide continues, adding that it circles a sun which can best be described as: "A small, unregarded yellow star in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the galaxy. It is home to a number of planets, including Earth..."
Here's the thing. The occupants of this shabby little planet vacillate between being utterly preoccupied with the condition of said planet and being quite ambivalent about it. Happily, this week is the day - or maybe, if we're lucky, the week - they are preoccupied by it.
What the occupants - who by comparison would seem to make the planet itself seem quite the keeper - fail to recognize is that the planet itself doesn't give a wahoozie whether they live or die. Some of them are entirely way too worried about causing the destruction of their shabby little home, when in fact they are really just parading around their arrogance when they concoct such stories. The truth is this: the worst - or depending on your viewpoint, the best - possible outcome is that certain occupants would merely make the planet uninhabitable for themselves for a certain number of millennia - say three or ten. Actually, they would probably muck up the whole planet up for all the occupants - even the ones who have nothing at all to gain from the processes that led to the mucking.
Sorry about all the foul language. I know how sensitive we are to everyone's feelings.
Anyway, Happy Earth Day. It's kind of like a baby's first birthday party in which the guest of honor is kind of oblivious to the whole affair.