You know, those who philosophically say that “Shit happens” are usually saying it from the outside of the “happening”, looking in, from the point of view of someone who may have experienced “It” but certainly isn’t in “It” right at that moment.
Twenty or thirty years from now (carbon dioxide stays in the atmosphere for a good 100 years) we might be in much worse shape than we are now, (did I say “might”?) but the human spirit being what it is, what we don’t need now is the “acceptance” that the ball game’s over, when we’ve just begun to fight in earnest.
But what struck me afterwards, and still does, is how close I am to Panic City. It’s like I’m walking on Calm Avenue most of the time, but if I should step off the curb for one instant, I can find myself in a deeply-felt, sustaining panic mode.