My Fate, Your Fate

My fate is your fate

We are all fated to see humanity fail

What a weird way to go

holding hands with one another

as we hurtle from the cliff


There’s no way to put lipstick on this pig

no way to put a good face on it

no way to whitewash it

we’ve failed

to figure things out

failed to curtail the greed

that is the ruin of the world



but it’s the way of evolution

to be reproductively successful

i.e. more successful than you

to leave more offspring than you

to succeed where you fail


What ever happened, then, to mutual aid?

that’s evolution too

that we do well when we work as one

And it’s true,

it worked

worked to get us where we were

at the end of the last ice age

Well … what happened then?


Well … we changed our ways

we tried to take control

of the natural world

to enslave food

and it has brought us to this moment

where we now look over the brink

down at the rocks that await us


But, but … , you say

is there no turning back?

Is this really it?

Is this truly the end, such a bitter end?


Yes, it is the end, and I regret it no less than you

I didn’t plan for it to work out this way

I don’t want it to end this way

It doesn’t accord with my sense of who I am

the master of my fate

nor does it accord with your sense of who you are

the master of your fate

Sorry, very sorry to say, that this end doesn’t accord with our collective sense of who we are

Masters of our fates

Made in the image of God

saved by his Son

A creature like no other

given dominion over the animals

“Wise man” we have named ourselves

so full of pride and conceit


There’s that story about the Garden of Eden,

where man and woman were innocent and enjoyed everlasting life

And, though forbidden by God to do so,

Adam and Eve tasted the apple of the tree of knowledge of good and evil

For their disobedience, Adam and Eve were expelled from the Garden and lost everlasting life

So, this is the question:

Can the apple represent anything but

man’s attempt to subjugate the natural world?


Those writers knew it then

Our species has sinned

Homo sapiens has lost everlasting life

Extinction by our own hand awaits us

About Evensteven

I am a photographer and author, and live in Embudo, New Mexico, alongside the Rio Grande. I have published a book of photography and accompanying text on running the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon. The first (print) edition is out of print, but a second edition is available as an iBook (eBook) through the iTunes bookstore. All Grand Canyon, river and nature lovers will enjoy my book: The Grand: I have also published six additional iBooks: 1. The Salt River: 2. Coyote Buttes: 3. Four Cornered, the Land: 4. Four Cornered, The Rivers: 5. Rio Marañon: 6. Rio Grande:
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