A few years back I had the good fortune of visiting the rainforest in a remote part of Panama. I stayed in a small cabin at an ecolodge with the warm waters of the Caribbean Sea just steps away. There were no televisions, no internet access, and no phones or electricity, except in the main house. In back of the lodge was a trail that meandered through a dense forest brimming with tree frogs, sloths, iguanas, leaf cutter ants, and countless species of birds hopping from branch to branch. Just a couple feet into the water and I counted dozens of bright orange sea stars. And at night the sea shore came alive with biolumeniscent dinoflagellates, who would respond to my flashlight signals in short bursts of blue-green neon. The abundance of life in that tiny corner of the world crowded out most signals of modern civilization.
But, as with any trip like this, I eventually had to return home where the reality of “The Great Dying” is everywhere. Like climate change, the Sixth Mass Extinction, is not a hyperbolic, political trope. It is, in fact, the death of all complex forms of life on earth, including our own species, at our own hands. And by all accounts, with mass die offs from bees to salmon to frogs, it is in full swing. Elizabeth Kolbert, author of “The Sixth Extinction” makes this plain:
“If we assume, very conservatively, that there are two million species in the tropical rainforests, this means that something like five thousand species are being lost each year. This comes to roughly fourteen species a day, or one every hundred minutes.” (1)
Yet in the midst of this tremendous catastrophe, the magicians of our consumer society continue to normalize the carnage. Indeed, under the economic model of global capitalism all life, human and non, is measured by its ability to produce or create material wealth for a select, privileged few. It is a system that encourages both amnesia and indifference. So it is unsurprising that mass species extinction barely registers on its radar unless their profit line is effected. This is how over fishing, clear-cutting acres of virgin forests and piercing the Arctic seabed for oil, like a fiendish vampire, can all be justified and even celebrated as “growing the economy.” As long as it produces intangible numbers that indicate wealth, it is all fair game. And in the mean time it manages to numb our senses to the spiral of death that is beginning to engulf us.
I often go back to places like that rain forest in Panama in my mind when I feel hollowed out from the alienating sterility of industrial society. It is a sacred place in my memory. A part of me never wishes to actually return there, because I fear that, like so many other wild places, I will be struck by the cruel realities of a world under siege. I fear my own memory of all the creatures that are no longer there. But this is not how the story should end.
These species at the very least deserve the recollection of their existence; and the only way to break free from the indifferent paralysis imposed on us from an apathetic, self-absorbed culture is to remember, and mourn and take action. Indeed, the catastrophe unfolding around us can be overwhelming; and we may not be able to hold back the enormous tide of destruction coming our way. But we have a choice. We can step into our grief, feel the pain and use it to deepen us and our capacity for compassion. Or we can sleepwalk through it all into oblivion, normalizing the cruel madness, as the dominant culture encourages us to do. One way has the potential to lead us to meaning and enrich our lives no matter what the outcome. But the other will surely deaden our souls and lead us to our doom.
Kenn Orphan 2015
(1) “The Sixth Extinction” by Elizabeth Kolbert at Amazon: