This one struck me as Natalie and I were chatting yesterday.
What if future generations judge us as morally indistinguishable from 18th century American slave holders?
Why would they judge us that way? Because of the way we exploit the planet’s resources to fuel our decadent lifestyle.
Think of the energy required to fly our favourite cafe’s boutique coffee beans direct from Guatemala (or wherever).
Or to get a parcel of bargain books from the UK at what appears to be the click of a button (safely tucking away from view the entire massive material reality between order and delivery).
Or to have cheap, fresh produce — whatever the season — at our local green grocer.
I already cared about this stuff at a theoretical level. But I don’t think I’ve ever felt this uncomfortable about more or less all of my daily habits and activities.