ethel’s words

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You were born to an Earth that has hundreds of kinds of apples; hundreds of types of tulips, that has so many kinds of fruits that few humans would taste all of them--probably no one would.

The millions--nay, billions--of flowers that glorify the Earth provide honey; the honey sustains bees; bees guarantee survival of the fruits, the flowers, and possibly all the terrestrial animals. You already know that all things on Earth are inter-related--and the cosmos, also.

Earth is a massive pantry. One huge free lunch. Today, there is enough food to nourish all the creatures that live on dry land; tomorrow--possibly about four o’clock in the morning, there may not be.

With all this bounty, why do you spend your days doing work that ought not to be done, in order to buy goods that should not have been produced, to buy new automobiles as if they were a crop of perishable lettuce.

Of all the junk you buy, knowing that its major quality is intentional obsolescence, the automobile is the most punitive slave-master. You must work in order to pay for the automobile which you must have in order to get to the work that pays for it. If you are really dripping with cash, you have to buy several automobiles (or vehicles, of course) to show--well, you know.

For a typical middle-money American, who lives in a ten-room, not a thirty-room, house, the automobile is the most efficient waster of human energy and Yankee dollars. The automobile is your badge of status--proud or apologetic.

And it is killing you. It is killing everything that has life (so far as we know). It is playing a major role in dooming the Planet.

It does not stimulate significant cerebral activity. If it did, you would realize how ugly automobiles really are, and how pathetic we Americans are, crushed under their dictatorship.

The traps, the nets, the webs, in which the vehicles hold us, are so widespread they nearly define the way of life everywhere in our nation. What do we do now?

Ethel C. Hale