Some humility, please, for the planet

This is a messy, stormy, volcanic, violent planet.

Spinning at 1,000 miles per hour in an ancient mysterious universe.

This storm is the planet doing what it has always done.

It has raked and ravaged these continental shores for unknown millions of years.

Storms coming off the vacant ocean, slamming into empty coastlines.

Now that we're here, we can try to put a human grid on it.

And preachers with mayonnaise for brains can blame it on human sin.

But the planet has never needed any help from us.

It is a divine system, doing what divine systems do.

It knows nothing of global warming or greenhouse gases.

It only assimilates the gases into its system and adjusts.

It feels warmth.

Warmth, to it, is energy, that melts ice and feeds storms.

Now that we're here, we should be more respectful of the power that we're sitting on.

Instead, groups say that humans should get together to "save the planet."

What a laugh.

Humans can't save the planet. The planet doesn't need us. It will save itself.

On the day it can no longer adjust, if we've pushed too far, it will sneeze us off.

It could happen overnight. Better, however, it will take a long, long time.

Appropriately, for us, the end will have a beginning.

A middle.

And an end. And the planet, freed of us, will spin on, adjusting, with storms raking empty continental shores.