by seldom_seen » Thu 08 Nov 2007, 04:45:28
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('Heineken', 'I') wonder how truly independent any of us can be. That really is the crux of it. When society collapses and a chicken scratches you and that little scratch suddenly becomes terribly infected and you urgently need an antibiotic that's no longer available, what then?
That is an interesting question.
My answer would be, what did people do before we had all the "stuff" we have now? They would use some sort of plant or animal type remedy, maybe a shaman would do his thing. If none of that worked, they might just die. That's what peak oil comes down to for a lot of people. Facing their own death, their own mortality.
In the west, the topic of death is taboo, and you can extend that equation to the topic of peak oil. Peak oil means the possibility of death for you, or your family, or your entire civilization. Hence, it is mainly a taboo subject.
Our current civilization has an obsession with the quantification of human life. In the gross number of human bodies produced, and with the effort of extending the lifespan of those bodies to the maximum length at all costs. We are all conditioned to believe that our goal is to live as long as possible, and that we should all expect to be happily retired in Florida, drinking OJ and playing shuffleboard in our "golden years." Living off social security benefits and fat pension checks.
The important thing to realize though is the emphasis is always on the future. Led along like a donkey with a carrot extended out in front of its head. You've got to get good grades, so you can get in to a good college, so you can get a good job, so you have an excellent retirement package, so you can get great medical care. So you can end up dead as a door knob six feet under in the ground.
The "quality of life" is simply not a value (in fact life is not a value). It's just a cliche to sell you a vacation package, new appliance or electronic gadget. We live in, on, around and are dependent on a machine based logic. The blueprints of this machine are fundamentally flawed in all aspects. I couldn't over emphasize that enough. It's like a plane that can't fly. It only looks good on paper.
What if you only live to 14, or 23, or 37? What if you die at 48 instead of 81? Did you fail? In the context of the machine, you failed. You were supposed to live to 112 and appear on CNN. In reality though, you didn't fail. You emerged from the earth, did your thing and returned to the earth, just like a wave washing up on a beach.
When the machine inevitably cracks and crumbles, and grinds to a halt. Which is currently happening right now before our eyes. The children of the machine will be left naked, under the burning sun, with nothing to cling to. They will have to die, without dying. As what they thought was "their world" is no more. It was never real to begin with. It was just a lot of bright flashing lights and noise.
So when you're out there with your chicken scratch and infection and no antibiotics. Fear not, you can't prepare for every circumstance. If you did have gas, and a car and a hospital, you might get killed by a drunk driver on the way in, or pick up an incurable staph infection in the waiting room.