Le Syndrome du Titanic

I have a dream

that one day

this nation will rise up-

...the flag, apparently official, President Kennedy died at 1pm Central Standard Time.

Okay, Houston, we've had a problem here.

This is Houston. Say again, please.

Houston, we've had a problem.

In space,

and in time.

In time.

In time.

The crisis.

I wasn't born an environmentalist.

I became one.

Because for a long time, I saw the world the way I wanted it to be.

I often made my peace with reality,

but the truth is, you can't turn your back on it forever

I'm afraid.

Afraid... and in pain, too.

For one thing, I no longer recognize the world and the humanity I loved,

though perhaps I loved a fantasy.

I fear for my children

and for all the children of the world.

Those who already know war

and those who, unfortunately, might discover it

and who, strangely enough, sometimes only play at it.

We fight over words and concepts, after all...

what will happen when basic resources run out?

Get in, mate.

What use will our borders and walls be

when millions of people flee from an angry nature?

I would so love to be wrong,

would so love for my worries to be unfounded,

but I fear I am finally seeing things clearly.

I see us tossed about like in a swollen river;

humanity has no respite left,

one crisis follows another, and everyone is just trying to come out on top.

No one really knows where this current will take us.

Perhaps, deep down, we know all too well.

The Titanic Syndrome

Elise here from Elise Jamboree

get an extra 10% added to your tax refund or stimulus checks

when you exchange them in Albertson's

for store gift cards valued up to 1,200 dollars.

Walk sign is on.

Walk sign is on.

Walk sign is on.

Why?

Why is our society so fragmented, divided,

when in reality we are just one tiny, lost family on a minuscule

bubble in boundless space?

Why?

Why, when this fragile solitude

ought to bring us so much closer together?

I am lost.

We tirelessly search for signs of life elsewhere throughout the universe

and so far, nothing...

not even a hint.

Ultimately,

we discover that life is not the norm; it is the exception

and we humans,

share in this privilege. And what's more,

we are the conscious part of nature.

So, what is the point?

What is the point of this consciousness if, in the end, we are our own enemy?

What a profound sensation.

What a magical or sacred connection

with this world that is right here, all around us.

The dance of matter.

Solar particles, celestial atoms,

stardust.

Within us, around us, everything is stardust, everything is atoms

everything is vibration.

Atoms make up everything that exists:

the air we breathe, the food we eat, and even the water we drink.

Virtually eternal, they are constantly recycling:

into a flower, a tree, or a living being.

Each of us is a component of the galaxy.

...and I can see everything quite clearly.

The light is sufficiently bright--

backlighted into the front of the LM--that everything is very clearly visible.

I'm going to step off the LM now.

This water that gave us life, that sustains us,

we should love it like a mother.

...minutes non-stop rolls on.

Trisha Yearwood will be at Stagecoach on...

Her new song is "Last Name."

Carrie Underwood on Go Country 105.

Since the beginning, it is the same water constantly recycling,

eternally filtered, evaporated, swallowed.

It is this same water that traverses the depths of the Earth before being drawn up,

born of a cosmic miracle at the dawn of the world.

Everything that shares this water is sacred.

The fish, the butterflies, the flowers.

Life, quite simply.

With them, we share the same fluid music, the same intimate mechanics.

On Earth, everything is in place for atoms from the stars

to assemble into molecules and cluster into cells.

All living beings share the same genetic materials;

it is the same code passed down from generation to generation.

An infinite waltz forming a single entity,

life.

A magnificent impulse based on an immutable principle of association

that created everything, tried everything, tested everything, invented everything.

Bacteria, dinosaurs, dolphins.

But we too,

from Michelangelo to Mandela.

It is an atomic bomb.

It is a harnessing of a basic power of the universe.

The force from which the sun draws it's power has been loosed.

If they do not now accept our terms,

they may expect a rain of ruin from the air,

the like of which has never been seen on this Earth.

I am not an optimist.

But I hold onto hope.

What form does this hope take?

That we will find the way

and that, upon grasping the gravity

of the dangers, the full extent of them,

we will rediscover common sense

and create a sort of human community.

In short, you believe that, since humanity has now encountered something

so grave

that the danger is faced on a planetary scale,

so people must also come together on a planetary scale.

I certainly believe so.

Life hangs by a thread, yet we spend our time playing with a blade

when every ounce of our energy, of our... intelligence

should be in the service of this miracle.

Because, for me, everything else is secondary.

We are part of a whole.

I feel deep down that we are players in something much greater than ourselves.

When the Earth, when nature sweeps us away, what will be left to make us human?

In fact, the question is,

are we really all that human?

Becoming is a much more difficult task than anticipated.

We managed to build roads right across the desert,

we found ways to bring people closer together

and our equations possessed an almost magical beauty.

They sprang from the depths of our minds

and they could even support pyramids.

When I was a child,

there were only two cities on Earth with more than ten million inhabitants.

New York and Tokyo.

Since then, nearly thirty others have sprung up across every continent.

And recently, humanity has become predominantly urban.

(Journalists discuss rising food prices in Africa)

The twentieth century

will be the century of mass population movements.

So says the UN High Commissioner for Refugees.

One billion people are on the move,

it is an unprecedented movement,

it is a historic movement.

A billion people. It is as if China were setting off on a journey.

It's a new day!

It's a new beginning!

It's a new presidential-

Oh, I have a dream!

That every man, woman and child in Nigeria will have a phone.

I have a dream!

Where humanity once lived in symbiosis with the Earth,

the runaway machine of progress has shattered centuries of balance,

even though there were different paths of civilization,

even though every people was inventing its own world,

its own desire for harmony.

And today, almost everywhere,

humanity is rushing down the same path,

the same one model,

waiting for a miracle that will come or not.

A beautiful Monday morning, and this is Africa Now!

My name is Mwiza Munthali.

The Information Minister, Professor Jerry Gana,

has denied the allegation by Time Magazine

that the Ministry offered a 400 dollar bribe to foreign journalists.

What is the point of all this economic and technological progress,

if in the end we can live and suffer—here and elsewhere—

sometimes without a shred of love?

A child can die over there from a disease for which we have the cure here.

Good morning, Lagos.

I just wanna know who wants to be a millionaire.

Do you understand what language I am speaking?

Who wants to be a millionaire?

I believe that we can create a poverty-free world.

Because poverty is not created by poor people.

It has been created and sustained by the economic and social system

that we have designed for ourselves.

Poverty's created because we built our theoretical framework

on assumptions which underestimates human capacity.

I firmly believe that we can create a poverty-free world

if we collectively believe in it.