I read Kunstler every Monday morning.
I still have his magazine piece ca 1994/96 (can't remember) "Home from Nowhere", about suburban sprawl and its inherent insanity.
I saw a new edition of Victor Frankl's "Man's Search for Meaning".
I think I will pick it up this am.
I remember the sixties well - so many boomers - so much energy - so much questing for a better way.
Now we're old - and I am unsure what the younger generations think or believe.
I dropped out for real - not in the sixties, in my youth, but for seven years /97 thru 2004 - mountaineering full time on my own dime.
Best thing I ever did, bar none.
It gave me perspective - both feet on the ground.
If we make it, a fifty-fifty proposition I would think, it will be only when we are all poor again, facing the elements, when death and fear are viscerally present.
We are not an intelligent species, by and large - only tough.
And we are tribal - that's our ticket I think and hope - no need to change human nature - just get out of the bubble - which it looks like we will soon - involuntarily.
Luck is going to play its part. One Black Swan could do us in, and any number of other known existential threats.
You have to envy, even a little, the many who think things are just fine.
I'm reading Thomas Friedman's new book, "Thank You for Being Late". Not thru it yet, but so far this is exactly the bubble mentality I am referring to.
The petri dish is half full, and everyone is congratulating themselves on how spectacularly successful it has all been.
Doubling time a few seconds away.