Pachauri, Publix, Poltik.

I went to Publix and got some sweet deals..... I swear they have been having some solid buy one get one numbers going on and Im happy to engage in them. Before going to Publix however, I read this article and quite frankly I'm terrified. Reading it would be best but here is the key line:

"He [Pachauri] also cited alarming measurements, first reported in The Independent on Sunday, showing that levels of carbon dioxide (the main cause of global warming) have leapt abruptly over the past two years, suggesting that climate change may be accelerating out of control."

So politics was on my mind. I'm coming home and I find myself listening to Politik by Coldplay and I'm really struck by the song. Its one of those songs that can really grab you even after you've heard a thousand times before. So I'm really feeling it, stomping my foot, pounding my hand on the stickshift, head boppin', and I know the big finish is coming, so I role down the windows and turn it up.

Halfway home, An all-american minivan pulls in front of me and its adorned with an Bush/Cheney '04 sticker and I am struck, no obliterated is a better word, by the irony. I mean me listening to a political song while following a republicanis not uncommon, but for some reason this particular instance just blew me away. Suddenly the song couldn't be loud enough, the biting night air cold enough, or the irony captured like a snapshot looming any larger... and I was totally in it.

It felt really good to be so immersed in so much sensation: fresh night air, blaring music, and the irony, irony irony which when translated to words is lost. In so many ways it seems that for the most part I only exist in between those moments of being really alive. And those moments make it. Whatever it is.

This would normally be the part where I would muse about how thats all going down the tubes, how the world is gonna shake the cancer off and rid us of ourselves. But I just dont feel that way. I'm still happy to be alive, even as I help in destroying the earth. Pockets of understanding, moments of insight, and snippets of truth as its felt and not necessarily as its written are reminder enough that its gonna work out, whether there are 6 billion people here to witness it or none.