January 5 2022
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Yeats (1865-1939) Irish, Christian, wrote this magnificent and prophetic poem some 80 years ago. Today, in 2022, it’s back in fashion, and rightly so. Yes, I too, am looking forward to the Second Coming.
Take an honest look around. Year 2021 ended on a sour note: the pandemic still galloping, the weather still walloping, the mood still mind-stopping, the politics still palliative-popping, opting for mere phoney gestures.
I am a reader: books, magazines, (Economist, New Yorker, Christian Courier), newspapers, (Globe and Mail, New York Times, the Guardian). Very little TV – the odd soccer game.
Movies? I read the reviews, haven’t seen one in years. Here are some snapshots from the movie Don’t Look Up. The reviewer – a climate scientist – tells me that it is a satire. In the film a comet is discovered, a planet killer which will smash into the earth in six months. The professionals are dead certain but their insight is ignored. One knowledgeable observer, interviewed on National TV, screams “Are we not being clear? We’re all 100% for sure gonna fucking die!”
Comments the reviewer: “I can relate. This is what it feels like to be a climate scientist today.”
Two astronomers are given a 20-minute audience with the president (Meryl Streep), who is glad to hear that impact isn’t technically 100% certain. Weighing election strategy above the fate of the planet, she decides to “sit tight and assess”. Desperate, the scientists then go on a national morning show, but the TV hosts make light of their warning.
By now, the imminent collision with comet is confirmed by scientists around the world. When political winds shift, the president initiates a mission to divert the comet, but changes her mind at the last moment when urged to do so by a billionaire donor with his own plan to guide it to a safe landing, using unproven technology, in order to claim its precious metals. A sports magazine’s cover asks, “The end is near. Will there be a Super Bowl?”
Back to that prophetic poem.
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
Poetry often baffles me, because my limited intellect fails to grasp its deeper meaning, so, when I try to struggle with these last lines, ignorance has priority, and question pile up. Does ‘stony sleep’ point to us, oblivious to the real time? Does ‘rocking cradle’ refer to the Christ Baby? Does the rough beast mean the ‘Antichrist’? Does ‘slouching’ indicate incomprehensible indifference? Is that film a sign for today, how half-heartedly humanity is responding to planet-killing climate breakdown?
What is sure….
What is sure is that World leaders underestimate the rapid, serious and permanent ecological breakdown.
What is sure is that the Earth system is breaking down now with breathtaking speed.
What is sure is that climate scientists face an even more insurmountable public communication task than the astronomers in the movie Don’t Look Up.
What is sure is that climate destruction is unfolding lightning fast as far as the planet is concerned, but glacially slow as far as the news cycle is concerned.
What is sure is that ‘reciprocity’, total interdependence between us and creation is the basis for life after The Second Coming, something we must aim for now.
What is sure is that The Second Coming is rushing on. Rather than being delayed it will accelerate. The brute reality is that it will be there, sudden, without warning, unannounced, unexpected, amidst optimistic opinions by the officials.