1 February 2013
Norman Pagett writes:
on the journey to reach this stage in what we think of as our civilisation, one cannot but be reminded of fantasy space travel, where the occupants of the spaceship tell a robot what they want to eat, and it just appears through a little hatch in a few seconds. We have perhaps come to think of spaceship Earth like that. Our food is there when we need it, and in such overwhelming quantities that a third of it is wasted. In terms of emotional perception, there is little difference between a spaceship foodhatch and a Walmart. In many respects, money has taken on a similar aspect; we press buttons, colored bits of paper slide out of the wall so that we can go and buy more ‘stuff’. Just ask for anything you want, and it’s there for you. We sustain ourselves by believing that colored paper and plastic represent real wealth, and dismiss the unpleasant warning that the real cost of endless money is endless debt.