Playing God….or something like that

Coming from an animal breeder’s perspective, it’s kinda funny to see all of the little animals you are entitled to everyday.  And in the case of fish…all of the animals you have 100% say over who lives or dies.  Craziness!  Only that’s exactly how it is.  I’m an animal too, though.  Not a god. 


It’s very hard to be as much of an atheist as I am.  And be surrounded by religious inputs from friends and others.  I look at these creatures and imagine this on the scale of the world…and it’s simply true to say that every animal that lives on this planet does so for the purpose of humans or at the discretion of humans.  Which makes me wonder…is the idea of god something put in place to ensure we are not kings of the world?  at least, not in our minds? 

I can’t imagine the horror, and shudder to think of the truth.  Even without thinking, i control the lives of things that should have an equal fight in the world.  I am a human with little fears when i should be equally fearful but for real reasons. I’m more afraid of humans than anything else.  And our absurd potential. 

But even so, I do love guppy sorting. 


Human Homogenization

Through a series of informative lectures and personal observations that coincided almost perfectly, I find my mind further lost in the hopeless sea that efforts are for such little gain.  The world is a global habitat now, and everything will homogenize at alarming rates.  This means, for a girl who cherishes diversity in life….that diversity will suffer.

I have long noticed this pattern of righting wrongs and the desire to go back to nature.  An overwhelming guilt plagues the wary individuals of successive generations since the human colonization of every continent.  This guilt says we have to hit the undo button, or life will spiral downward. I’m one of those wary individuals.  I’m stuck at odds with what I love and what I see.  And what needs to continue to be.  Humans crave stability, but a healthy planet is nothing near 100% stable.  And the world is changed daily.

The path I have chosen for education and career is precisely what I was born for.  The problem lies in the people.  I can’t decide if the people are the problem or the ally.  I can’t decide if I’m fighting them or I’m helping them.  The name of the game is serving human interest, even in the most grandiose of purported conservation.  I’m supposed to speed up the process of managing resources, with this fisheries degree I stand to obtain.  But I just don’t know what stable mindset I should support to tackle the vast complexity of issues.

The slew of thoughts I now entertain came from the trigger of a most random event.  Last night, I was picking apples from my place of origin in Charlotte, Michigan.  I was to bring the produce twenty minutes north to Lansing.  And I distinctly remember, as I examined each apple for insects and imperfections, that I had a fleeting concern for the transportation of unknown or unwanted organisms to nonnative habitat.  Of course, I had to laugh at myself.  Too late for that worry.  It was too late before I was born.

Planes take off and land daily from destinations hundreds of miles apart.  This happens just…..beyond control.  You can’t stop the mixing of life forms.  You can’t keep things pure.  Pure does not exist.   I have even read articles that persuade quite convincingly the likelihood of humans becoming all one race with the increased occurrence of interbreeding.  Management processes only slow the inevitable.  Because, inevitably, there is no stopping the will of the living.  Animals will flourish where they can, just as humans continue to do.  Flora, Fauna, pathogens, amoeba, what have you….if it can take over, it will.  And that is the reality of all life on earth.  Humans unleashed this monstrosity before it could ever emerge on its own.  The mixing and mixing that goes on before our eyes.  And when we try to impose human interest on it…..

What’s the point?