I asked a Grist member whom I trust to vet an idea I had for personally getting involved in my local community in regard to climate change. He didn't endorse it. So, I'll likely let it go.
It's hard to remain recumbent in the face of impending catastrophe. It's difficult to listen to intelligent, well-meaning friends speak about the banalities of daily life given what I know to be the inexorable outcomes of geophysics. It would be something akin to living in Herculaneum, amidst the bustle and pleasures of daily urban routines, with the foreknowledge of events to come.
Friends talk about raising kids up with the character and skills they'll need to fit into the world. Understandable. They're only creatures of history. Lost to so many of them is the tragedy that the world will not be fit for their kids.
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