A tragedy

"This outer crust ... the thin layer of the ecosphere ... thats all we've ever had and all we ever will. We destroy that, and we destroy ourselves."

Y'day the Copenhagen summit on climate change drew to a conclusion, with a weak and ineffective non-binding agreement being reached by the world's major polluters. Nothing firm, nothing concrete, and the execution and even the implementability are vague and, at best, useless. To quote the world of Dr. Samuel Turvey, "its not just a tragedy, but a travesty". We have effectively sealed the fate of not just our miserable species, but unfortunately, the fate of millions of unique and irreplacable species around us.

But I have hope in two scenarios:
1) We are exterminated by the hostile, hot, barren and desolate planet that we create for ourselves, and then new, more hardy species (evolutionary branches of the likes of jellyfish, rats, stray dogs etc.) will then rule the planet and allow it to get back to a climatic equilibrium.
2) After having raped and pillaged our planet, and almost being driven to extinction by our horrible actions, we evolve into this more caring, less greedy species, who love the planet and learn to live in harmony with it ... someting of the likes of the Naa'bi in Avatar. I wish I could have lived in such a world.
Bottomline: The world that we live in today still has a bit left ... virgin land untouched by our cancerous species, and my solitary goal in life is to see all of that, and possibly try to have an impact for the better, in the span of this short, insignificant life I have. Let it not be bogged down by the trivialities of work and society. Which begs the question: with this goal in mind, how long can I bear staying in the investment banking industry, the very industry which finances war, terror, and the general rape of the planet?