Something
— perhaps compression — is strangling the metaphors
we embrace and sustain in our lives and narratizations of experience.
It is strangling the metaphors of our potentials not only for
compassionate and nurturing human society, but for basic biospheric
survival. In general, we may observe that language and human relations
with metaphor struck earth like a comet. They changed the face
of a biosphere in a scant instant, and the change has been speeding
up in scales since it broke out in earnest at some point in the
last 50,000 years. But the most significant ramp of change, perhaps
beyond all imagining, has been in the last 500. Not even a single
biospheric heartbeat has passed since it began.
We
must not imagine that we remain unchanged within the container
we are re-shaping, and I do not yet believe we have glimpsed the
real nature and outcomes of our activity. Our metaphors are opposing
the biosphere’s goals of conservation in ways that will,
left untended, continue to result in cycles of catastrophe. And
we accrue our character, connectivity, complexity, and health
from our relations with every aspect and scale of our living world
— what harms it harms us in reentrant waves of echoing effect.