Fukushima: Crossroads At The Rising Sun
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Fukushima: oversights, over-budget, missed opportunities, under-managed, under-prepared. Well which is it? Experts weight in, news columns stretch to accommodate, websites keep busy firing synaptic brain cells of eager readers. Does it matter at this point? The rules of survival have changed as the damage continues and in many cases has already been done. Families broken dreams & mothers’ future heartbreaks hang like millstones around those at Tepco, as well as leaders who failed to provide adequate, timely information. This includes the one who calls himself president of the United States.
They say if you are not a psychopath, you can never think like one. I live by the timeless words of Alexander Solzhenitsyn when his stated, “Don’t believe them, don’t fear them, don’t ask anything of them.” This all in a Japanese culture that historically puts its energy not in caring who is to blame, but rather how to remedy the issue. But is it a fair race when the most celebrated runners don’t hear the opening gun? Does equality matter when only a small minority get the jump? Select leaders, multi-national corporate interests, among them. No restarts in this sprint, better to launch wildly forward from the starting blocks. Maybe a bronze medal awaits for the ones that do.
Those of us that care to venture forth into this information must stay grounded. Fearless. Humanity’s very existence appears to lay in the balance. For those advanced souls, life takes on new meaning. Trivial events gets their volume lowered. The obvious, unwavering stare of potential destinies peer into their infinite future generations. Each current breath, each action etched into time as a permeate record that we were here, that empathy hadn’t been extinguished yet.
Solutions are at hand. Great minds have been mobilized and are trailblazing a path into uncharted territories with courage. We are all fellow travelers in this story. The enemy has made it clear there will be no quarter. The realization has set in now that some around you may be affected. The mountain remains in the distance still partially covered in the morning fog. But soon, we will be upon that illusive beast and all questions will be answered with desperate clarity. Perhaps here it is apt to add the words of Paracelsus, the founder of the discipline of toxicology and fellow revolutionary for insisting upon using observations of nature when he said, “For it is we who must pray for our daily bread, and if He grants it to us, it is only through our labour, our skill and preparation.”