Saving the planet, one soul at a time

 

Bear with me; I’ve got a few technical points to make and I’m going to try to do so without being too pedantic. Recently there’s a lot of doomsday talk in the media; the environment and the economy especially seem to be deteriorating, at an increasingly rapid rate. There are many reasons offered for these two great concerns: the Occupy movement blames systemic income inequality, and David Suzuki blames environmental degradation on lackadaisical regulation by governments and large, insufficiently regulated corporations. What’s interesting is how closely tied these two Great Problems facing our world actually are. And the source of these has little to do with us as individuals and much more to do with what we call nature.

We tend to believe that human beings are distinct and removed from nature. Yet if by Nature we mean the natural world, there is nothing that is in fact not nature, because everything around us arose from some natural source or other, whether we are talking about species or condominiums. Even the oxygen we breathe had its synthesis in long-dead stars. Any delineation between us and Nature is simply the result of hundreds of years of Renaissance and colonial thought, heavily influenced by the Christian church, which saw nature as embodying humanity’s dark impulses.

But aside from how we choose to view nature, a good model for understanding ourselves and our place in the natural world is ecology. Both rigorous and elegant, ecology attempts to describe the complex relationships between life forms and all the myriad aspects of the environment that they experience. When viewed through this lens, much of the world’s troubles start making sense.

There are a few core principles of ecology worth looking at. The first is ecological exclusion, in which no two organisms can occupy the exact same niche, niche meaning all the aspects of the environment that the organism interacts with in some fashion. What this means is that if species A needs exactly the same things as species B, the two organisms with compete with each other, and the “superior” species will outcompete the other and eventually force it into extinction. So for any two species you care to observe, there has to be something different about their needs for both to share the same habitat.

Another principle involves the grow of species in the absence of controlling factors (i.e. predation, lack of food, breeding habitat). When not controlled, population numbers will climb at an exponential rate (x2) until it reaches the carrying capacity of the environment, after which there will be a precipitous falloff due to all resources being consumed or disease infecting the population, or both.

In a healthy ecological system, factors such as predation tends to keep population below the maximum carrying capacity provided by the physical environment. Dramatic exceptions occur when species are introduced in areas where they have no natural predators, and their numbers explode. Think cane toads in Australia.

As human beings have no natural predators other than themselves, their numbers have historically been limited by the carrying capacity of the land, war and disease. Advancements in technology have greatly increased carrying capacity and decreased the impact of disease, and so numbers have exploded according to well-known ecological principles.

What we call habitat destruction and loss of biodiversity is simply the principle of ecological exclusion operating. Part of human habitat need is for fallow soil, so we compete with amphibians such as frogs for fertile lowlands. We drain the swamp and wipe out the frogs. A lot of arguments can be made about waste and whether or not the swamp needs to be drained (the human notion of choice), but you cannot get past the principle that humans can adapt to any environment and so we will necessarily compete with other life forms in that environment. And the greater our numbers the more we will exclude other species as we compete for the resources that they too need to survive.

Given that the factors limiting our population have been greatly thwarted, ecological principles suggest that we will compete with other organisms for resources and force them into extinction. This principle has been shown in many population studies involving many other species, and we can see it happening as a result of human activities all over the world. We cannot avoid it because we are part of this global ecological system.

Some will say that such biodeterministic arguments don’t take into account our ability to choose, that we have agency and can decide our fate. The problem with this viewpoint it assumes that human beings have rational minds with instinctive tendencies, rather than the reverse.

There are many examples of our inability to regulate ourselves according to rational needs. The explosion of obesity across the world is an example of our inability to overcome a natural tendency to overconsume and regulate ourselves rationally. Having evolved in a world with a scarcity of natural resources, it makes sense that when we have access to essentially unlimited calories we would not be able to restrict ourselves – we are fighting our natures.

I think that innate need is also part of the consumerist impulse. To crave and desire is part of being human, and is the impulse that keeps us striving, moving, and exploring. If as a species we were easily satiated, we would still be living in the trees. This impulse keeps us acquiring, and explains the little thrill we feel whenever we purchase something: it’s like bringing home a boar to feed the family.

This impulse knows no natural bounds. Given a surfeit of resources, we have seen how many other species will overconsume and degrade their environment until their numbers are checked by some natural process. The explosion of the mountain pine beetle’s population in BC and Alberta, with the resultant loss of millions of hectares of forest, is an example of this phenomenon.

Only human beings know to preserve something for the next day or the next generation, and that idea flies straight in the face of millions of years of evolved instinct to live now, consume now, because there may be nothing tomorrow. The problem of course is that human consumption is more than just overgrazing or species exclusion; the instinct has been hijacked by commerce, and consumerism’s long reach is enormously and disproportionately destructive.

These kinds of ideas have been around for a long time and I’ve not seen a good refutation of them. There has been much theorising about the absolute carrying capacity of the planet, but these tend to ignore the consumerist/consumption impulse that degrades so much for so little return. The carrying capacity of a planet filled with agrarian peasants is very different from one filled with North American consumers, and we’ve probably all seen the estimates that suggest it would take a number of planet’s worth of resources to have everyone live like Western consumers.

If we accept the notion that it is a deeply ingrained human instinct to hoard and accumulate, the idea that we can use our individual will power to limit our environmental impact is hopelessly doomed. We simply have too many examples where human beings cannot easily control themselves, especially over the long term.

So what is to be done?

I’m not suggesting for a moment that we throw in the towel and all go out and buy a Hummer. Whether we want to admit it or not, those ecological laws apply to us as much as they apply to lemmings, and the predicted results will be the same.  But simply applying a moral argument will not redeem the species; something else is required.

It is my belief that only spiritual evolution will allow us to overcome these innate tendencies. Moral and rational arguments evoke the power of will for change, while spiritual practice allows us to transcend both will and our natural impulses.

To be very clear I’m not speaking of a religious proscription; since time immemorial we have witnessed the failure of religious edicts to prevent human beings from acting according to their basic drives. But true spiritual practice strives not to control or prescribe, but to acknowledge and let go, ultimately achieving a transcendence over the limiting aspects of being human.

People often have an idea of Buddhism as a kind of mysticism and a complex religion, and indeed it is; there are a variety of schools and practices all over the world. But from what I’ve learned, most of these are cultures overlaid atop a non-religious essential practice. When you strip away the religion (culture) at it’s essence Buddhism is a practice that teaches us how not to be ruled by our evolved reptilian brain. It does not use morals or threats of punishment and reward; it simply trains us to no longer be driven by instinctive impulse. The locus of motivation shifts from the archaic brain, that simple yet powerful engine that we share with all vertebrates, to the sublime neocortex, which is ours alone.

The transcendent human being no longer is controlled by his desire to consume and horde, but is free to live an abundant life regardless of how simple it might be. When we turn off the driving pressure of instinct, peace takes it’s place, and one’s footprint becomes soft indeed. One does not have to prescribe to a strongly ascetic tradition or practice to overcome excessive consumption; simply recognising our impulses, where they come from and where they lead us, will probably suffice.

Some would say that such a path is invalid because it’s ultimately a selfish one, and why should you be at peace in a suffering world? But the actual survival of our species is at stake, and the more of us who adopt an inward journey the better it is for those around us, and for the very planet itself.

 

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The last acceptable bigotry

 

I want to talk about welfare, the money kind, what more enlightened folks call “social assistance”. I’m weary beyond belief at the ignorance out there when it comes to people who live off the dole.  Far, far too often I hear people use epithets like lazy, bums, scammers, cheats, and even worse. A disturbing number of Canadians hold these beliefs based on nothing but lack of information and prejudice –a kind of economic bigotry.  The assumption is that if you aren’t working and paying your way, you are at best a loser and whatever situation you find yourself in it’s your fault and only a reflection of a lousy character. In other words, you deserve your poverty, and don’t deserve the pittance the government gives you.

Never mind the fact that some of the largest corporations in Canada are giving free money (including the billions enjoyed by wildly profitable oil patch), and the whole host of tax privileges enjoyed by the economic elite. The lower the person’s status, the lower the value we ascribe to them.

Of course most of these condemning individuals can give an example of someone cheating the system, someone who obviously didn’t deserve government financial help, but got it all the same.  What’s interesting about these anecdotes is that it’s never about a person they directly know, but someone someone else told them about. It’s always rumour.

Of course there are some people scamming the government, but the biggest cheats are extremely wealthy individuals who find all kinds of ways of hiding money from the taxman. In BC, a single employable individual earns around $600 a month. That’s not chump change but compared to government budgets and other treasury loses, it’s insignificant. And even when the government did a major crackdown a few years back, very few cheats were actually caught. It’s just not worth all the hassle for such small amounts of money. Social assistance really is an option of last resort

Study after study examining those on welfare reveal a constant parade of misery.  The vast majority of those on government assistance suffer from some kind of affliction: mental health problems, drug or alcohol addiction, some kind of personal catastrophe. We should all be able to imagine situations in which we could simple lose our ability to care for ourselves, where our world comes crashing down on us and we simple cannot function as we once did, at least temporarily.

People who find themselves on social assistance almost never have other supports like family or friends they can count on until they get back onto their feet. And that’s another point: by far most of those on welfare are there temporarily, reeling from a situation out of their control.  Once their lives stabilise, they get off as soon as possible. Why? Because the process is so belittling and dehumanising.

When you apply for welfare, the first thing that will be reflected back to you, although not in so many words, is that you shouldn’t be there. The questions you have to answer reveal that the government assume you are trying to cheat them, and even if not, you shouldn’t be asking for help. The questions will be pointed and probing, not quite accusing you of not wanting to work, although that’s the gist.

Decisions will be made that you have no say on and although there are appeal processes, these are bureaucratic in nature and have little to do with actually supporting you or holding compassion. If someone in the assistance office makes a mistake on your file, tough luck. If your money doesn’t come, good luck getting your worker on the phone. When you go into the welfare office the energy is horrible: mistrust, anger, aloofness, detachment, and judgement.

Although I have no doubt that most of the front line workers care about their clients, they are caught in a system that is utterly malignant to those it serves, and the people coming in are at the end of their ropes and not exactly at their cheeriest best, either

As I mentioned in earlier posts, I was once on welfare for a couple of months after my breakup with Tracy.  In those days (mid 1990s) the process was far more human and generous and it really saved mine and my kid’s bacon. But that was before a decade of BC Liberal bigotry directed against the poor.

At the time I knew two women who were also on welfare, both middle-aged single moms, both university students. In those days, welfare would actually fund you while you went to school, knowing the student loan system was grossly insufficient to raise a family (such help as long since been curtailed).

Neither of these women had a career; previously they were employed in low paying, low status work. Given the funding limitations of the day, without welfare they wouldn’t have been able to afford university while raising their teenage kids.

So what happened to them? The one woman graduated from university with a double major and is social worker, and has been employed as a professional for almost 20 years. The other woman carried on with her studies and is now a university professor, having achieved her PhD.

Without the welfare they received neither of these women would have reached the levels they eventually accomplished (and the taxation they must now pay, which far exceeds what they received from the government).  Neither of them would have reached their human potential without government help. These stories  – which are NOT hearsay – are a far cry from how so many people view those on government assistance. But such is the difference between bigotry and reality.

 

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A Sea of Change

Oh, my poor neglected blog; this is what happens when a writer (or a blogger) tries to get a real life. The results are predictable: The writing sucks or vanishes and the real life doesn’t work either.

Being a writer really is a curse. For parents of young, prospective writers out there, I recommend the old medieval trick used to cure left-handedness and tie hands behind backs, but in this case both hands. It also has the advantage of doing away with that other scourge, self-pollution.

I have a lot on my plate today, but I’m determined to update this thing.

As readers may have noticed, Tracy and I have relisted Fainleog for sale, but this time on our own. I think we’ll have a better chance selling for less (which is what we would have got before, minus the brokerage fees.) Given the traffic I get on my blog, arguably the coverage will be greater anyway, not that most of you are in the market.

We are getting quite a bit of interest, and honestly, it has me in a bit of a funk. I find myself sniping at my wife more often, and suppressing an urge to wring her neck. Fortunately she is so lovely to me that I melt at the sight of her, so I’m reduced to passive-aggressive cheap shots.

It would be easy to blame her for my angst because after almost 5 yrs aboard she is the one wanting to move ashore, although she has in fact suggested some alternatives like renting a place for 4 months in the winter. But when I really examine my inner motivations and feelings, I know the problem is my own.

I’m getting old.

The thing is, I’ve reinvented myself so many times in this life, trying on different hats, different lifestyles, different ways of being. In part looking for something, in part simply because that’s part of living a full and meaningful life. But now, at the hale age of almost 51, I’m getting weary of it. After all I found something that really, truly works for me: living aboard a sailboat as a writer, making some money here and there, and cruising a few months of the year. What’s not to love?

I’ve been doing this since 2007 and these years have been the happiest in my adult life, fitting me so well on so many levels.

Of course it’s easy to blame Tracy for taking it away from me, but that blame hides a deeper truth. No matter what we have, no matter how good something is, we have to be willing to let go. Part of being truly alive is change and embracing change. No matter how good things are, we don’t have the option of grabbing onto it in an effort to keep it. When we find something wonderful we need to enjoy it, but if we decide to seize it everything fails. Life stops. Oh sure, the days carry on, but what you find is a kind is stasis, a suspended animation.

I would argue that’s the biggest mistake most of us make: finding our comfort place and staying there. We dismiss it as a “rut”, but it’s much deeper than that. Life means change and confronting the new that change brings with it. With each challenge we grow a little bit and deepen our wisdom. But as we get older, this becomes more difficult. We start to seek comfort over challenge, familiarity over the new. And we start digging our graves long before we enter them.

For myself, I have to admit I’m afraid of what change will bring and see only loss. I’m afraid of going back to that unsatisfying landlubber life I’ve known before. I’m afraid of being unhappy. And I’m afraid of the challenge of reinventing a new life yet one more time.

Living aboard or not living aboard is so much more than changing an address or housing style. These things are deeply symbolic and I don’t think just for me. Culturally, there is a great significance to whether you live in a car, a basement suite or a 6,000 square foot house on the ocean. I can’t begin to recall the number of times people have told us how impressed and admiring they were about our lifestyle.

And aside from that kind of meaning, the experience will be vastly different. I won’t deny the fact that living aboard can be challenging and living ashore is much more comfortable, hence Tracy’s desire to live ashore. But to me, that’s just the point: I want a lifestyle that by it’s very nature is a bit of a challenge, where every day there are some small things to overcome.

But in the end moving ashore is in fact an even greater challenge, because the paradox is that I’m most comfortable living aboard, and starting to get into my own rut. I’m like a lizard on a sun-baked rock, happily soaking in the rays; the problem is I’ve been sitting there for 5 years. If I truly want to embrace adventure in deed and not just according to the mythology of being a live-aboard writer, I have to push myself into places where I’m less comfortable, where I will be challenged by more than small spaces, inadequate heating and occasionally navigating shoally waters.

I have to confront that fact that I’m starting to be afraid of change. And that’s nobody’s problem but my own.

 

Here’s this month’s Pacific Yachting with my article From Calm to Calamity as the main article. The photo in the table of contents is also mine. It’s a good read; I highly recommend it.

Our sailboat home Fainleog is for sale (again). New, lower price. Find all the info here.