It seems like I can’t do anything without hearing something about Elon Musk, the world’s richest person. He’s accomplished a lot to admire and applaud, for sure, especially in the transition to electric cars and renewable energy.
But I can’t help but be frustrated by his focus on space travel and Mars colonization. In a different world where we weren’t beset by species-defining challenges like climate change and inequality, I’d be endlessly fascinated and inspired by this work. But in today’s world, it is a luxury and distraction we simply can’t afford.
At the end of the day, I don’t want a different planet. I don’t want a Plan B. I want Earth. It is home. It is the great Mother. Without it, I don’t know if life is even worth living.
If we do irrevocably tarnish the planet, I’ll be going down with the ship.