"Humans only take action when its too late, or almost too late, with either of two modes: abject complacency or sheer panic. They wait for the flood to build the ark. - Gaia.
On the hills is a forest of windmills. A chimera mirage of shrill, garish pinwheels, Wailing an endless lament to the tragedy of the commons. They spin a yarn of the collapse of self-sufficiency and starved frugality, that yearned to curb our needs. It's already too late, or almost too late to ever succeed in providing for the commons.
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