Chicken Wings and Peak Oil

I take a night class at school where the professor (a really nice guy) brings us in two pizzas to share during class time. The class has a small group discussion format, and the pizza really hits the spot at the end of a long day. Tonight, however, the professor apologized for not bring in the usual pies, but did bring in some left over delicious wings from a meeting that he had attended prior to arriving, and a crate of tangerines. There are about 16 of us in the class, and there were about 20 wings in the container. We each took one wing as we came in, knowing that there more of us on the way to class. As I sat down to my “dinner”, my thoughts drifted…
You see, there have been many (maybe some would say a few too many) times that I’ve sat down to a nice big platter full of hot crispy steaming wings. Most of the time, I’d just eat the meaty parts and leave a good bit of it behind. But tonight there weren’t a seemingly endless supply of wings, there was just enough to go around. And you know what? It made that one I was able to have all the more delicious. None of it was wasted, and I savored every bite. Everyone in the class realized that there were just enough wings to go around, and made sure to leave enough for the classmates that would be coming in after us.

I wonder, won’t our experience with peak oil share some similarities?

Groovy Green