The pace was picking up. Every year, more of those massive, stone effigies called moai were levered onto platforms on tiny Easter Island. Every year, according to the belief, people received more protection from the spirits of the ancestors to whom those moai were monuments.
Every year, too, fewer and fewer trees, which were cut down and used as skids to move the carved tuffa stone to their sites. By about the year 1400 there were one thousand moai in place, but not a single tree left on the island. No more moai could be set in place, and no more ships could be built for the fishing on which the islanders depended.
At the noontime of their civilization, around 800, Easter Islanders could see their doom approaching. Still, they couldn’t stop themselves. They believed that the spirits of the ancestors would somehow save them.
The pace is picking up. Every year, more air flights and more car travel. Every year, too, higher mean temperatures that speed up the warming of the planet. Will we still be flying and driving when the last drop of oil is extracted and most of our arable land is either desert or seabed? Never mind, someone or something will save us from ourselves.
No politician since Jimmy Carter has had the courage to speak survival truth to the American public. That is no wonder, because the public, not wanting to hear the truth, voted him out of office.
Scotosis is wanting to avoid the truth.
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