This is Clarabelle. She spent five years on a dairy farm. Every year she’d have a baby and the baby would be taken away from her. She was eventually marked for slaughter, but happened to be pregnant, so was brought to an animal sanctuary.
One day she gave birth and the calf was nowhere to be found, because she hid the baby. For three months she kept hiding the calf in different places, whenever the calf would be found, she’d hide the calf elsewhere. After three months she no longer feared her calf would be stolen from her and brought her out with her.
We can debate what the repercussions of this global atrocity are going to be. Perhaps H. Sapiens is soon to be removed from the premises through new viruses, perhaps us humans will reincarnate for generations in a planet that takes away its natural beauty and leaves us to suffer ever escalating heatwaves and horrible smoke from massive forest and peat fires.
I don’t know and these days I try not to care that much. Rather, I aim for the mentality of a child. You can explain to a child that a pig is the only one in a sanctuary because the siblings were taken for slaughter and the children will say sorry to the pig. The children already understand the only thing you’re required to understand.
And though I try to think like a child, I am also just drained, heartbroken and exhausted. We live on the most beautiful planet I could imagine, but it is apparently just not good enough. People are not willing to do what it takes to preserve it. They would willfully destroy it, to maintain a system of industrialized death.
It’s not that people don’t understand it. They already understand it and spend the rest of their lives trying not to understand it. They have made a choice: Given the choice between stuffing the subsidized flesh of some animal bred to be genetically obese that lived its whole life in a dark cage down their pie-hole or maintaining a habitable planet, they would choose the prior over the latter.
But in addition to being free to make this choice, which has already been implemented for them, they also demand the privilege of not having to realize they made this choice. This is the only authentic demand most people now have towards their society: They demand the right to go into their graves, not knowing what they are.
Unfortunately this is impossible. To postpone collapse, the system will have to continually remind the people of what they are. It has no other path available to it. And as the consequences they observe become ever more horrific, their anger at being reminded of what they are will only intensify. It is the most banal hell I can imagine, but it is the hell that people chose.