Three of the Earth’s natural reservoirs are: oil, ice and mineral earth.
Two of our economy’s fuels are: oil and greed.
A thought on what we have and what we hold.
Oil
Greed, once a sin. Monasteries, monks, prayer, the unseductive silence, the stony chill of churches without adjacent shopping streets. The simplicity of the evening bread. The simplicity of an unnamed cell that will be equally hospitable to the monk living in my room after me. A bed, a table. A crucifix above the door to remind me of the time I have left. – I am walking over the promenade. I am walking into a souvenir shop. I am walking out of a souvenir shop. Opening hours above the sliding doors remind me of the time I have left.
Soil
I do not possess my body. I do not possess my thoughts. I do not possess the duration of my life or its path. I do not possess my losses. I do not possess my happiness. I do not even possess the faculty of understanding why I am here or how I got here. I do not have anything in life. Yet I desire to have, I want to hold what’s dear and precious to me. To have more actually means: to have more to hold on to. To not have is to die a bit.
Ice
I do not possess my body. I do not possess my thoughts. I do not possess the duration of my life or its path. I do not possess my losses. I do not possess my happiness. I do not even possess the faculty of understanding why I am here or how I got here. I do not have anything in life. Yet I desire to have, I want to hold what’s dear and precious to me. To have more actually means: to have more to hold on to. To not have is to die a bit.