"I dedicate this post to my children and to all the children of the earth
May they have the foresight and courage we have not had (and I do not ask them to forgive us).
Here we are, we are there. For the last fifty years that this torment has been threatening in the blast furnaces of humanity's negligence, we are there.
In the wall, on the edge of the abyss, as only the man knows how to do it with brio, which perceives reality only when it hurts him. Like our good old cicada to whom we lend our qualities of carelessness.
We sang, danced.
When I say "we", we hear a quarter of humanity while the rest was worth it.
We built a better life, we threw our pesticides into the water, our smoke in the air, we drove three cars, we emptied the mines, we ate strawberries from the end of the world, we traveled in all meaning, we lit up the night, we put on tennis blink when we walk, we grew, we wet the desert, acidified the rain, created clones, frankly we can say that we had fun.
We've had things that are really amazing, very difficult, like melting the pack ice, slipping genetically modified creatures under the ground, moving the Gulf Stream, destroying a third of the living species, fanning the atom, driving radioactive waste into the ground. ground, neither seen nor known.
Frankly we laughed.
Frankly we enjoyed.
And we would like to continue, so much so that it is more fun to jump on a plane with bright tennis than to hoe potatoes.
But we are there.
At the Third Revolution.
This is very different from the first two (the Neolithic Revolution and the Industrial Revolution, for the record) that it was not chosen.
"We have to do it, the Third Revolution? Ask some reluctant and sorrowful minds.
We have no choice, she has already started, she did not ask us our opinion.
It was Mother Nature who decided it, after having kindly let us play with her for decades.
Mother Nature, exhausted, soiled, bloodless, closes the taps.
Oil, gas, uranium, air, water.
His ultimatum is clear and ruthless:
Save me, or die with me (with the exception of ants and spiders that will survive us, because they are very resistant, and also not very worn on the dance).
Save me, or die with me.
Obviously, said like that, we understand that we have no choice, we run illico and even if we have time, we apologize, panicked and ashamed.
Some, a bit dreamers, try to get a deadline, to have fun with growth.
There is work, more than humanity has ever had.
Clean the sky, wash the water, clean up the earth, abandon the car, freeze the nuclear power, pick up the polar bears, extinguish when leaving, watch for peace, contain greed, find strawberries next to home, do not not to go out at night to pick them all, to leave to the neighbor, revive the sailing navy, leave the coal where it is, (attention, do not let us try, let this coal quiet) recover the dung, piss in the fields (for phosphorus, we do not have any more, we took everything in the mines, we still had a lot of fun).
Strive. Reflect, even.
And, without wishing to offend with a term fallen into disuse, to be supportive.
With the neighbor, with Europe, with the world.
Colossal program than that of the Third Revolution.
No escape, let's go.
Still, it must be noted that collecting dung, and all who have done so, is a fundamentally satisfying activity.
That does not prevent to dance at night, it is not incompatible.
Provided that peace is there, provided that we contain the return of barbarism, another of the great specialties of man, his most accomplished can be.
At this price, we will succeed the Third Revolution.
At this price we will dance, probably without a doubt, but we will dance again. "
Archaeologist and writer