Idyll

A country garden

sounds like a quaint,

quiet, idyllic place,

where Percy Grainger

could write a chirpy

piece of music which

goes nowhere.

If the country is

Australia though

the country garden is

a place green

in tooth and claw.

Plants struggle against

wind and drought,

rabbits, parrots

possums and kangaroos,

pigs, goats, sheep,

weeds and rocks and

soil that repels moisture,

and bushfires that

constantly threaten

to burn the lot.

Counting plants in the

morning, vigilant

for snakes in the grass,

is about as

relaxing as a shepherd

counting sheep.

Down down, IQ is down

After seventy-odd (and seventy odd) years of life I keep thinking I have seen and heard  all the worst of human stupidity. But then I read something said by a woman in a red cap, or a crackpot fundamentalist (of any religion), or a loopy flat earther, or a mad-brained creationist, or a Dunning-Kruger climate change denier, or a lobster-potted Peterson follower, or an addled anti-vaxxer, and I realise there is absolutely no depth to which human stupidity cannot sink.

And we are well on our way

All over the universe, planets capable of supporting life will have evolved intelligent organisms. All over the universe those organisms will have invented systems of living that enable a small number of them to gain a very large share of the resources of the planet. All over the universe those systems will develop patterns of consumption of resources that make the planet incapable of supporting life and result in the eventual extinction of all the life forms on the now dead planet.