A large number of people are packed into a small room. So full in fact that there is barely enough space to turn in a circle without striking a dozen others. In this same room stands a mature bull elephant, stomping and snorting its displeasure. The curious thing is that nobody seems to notice or acknowledge the elephant. They just go on with their conversations and their existence, seemingly oblivious.
There is a small oasis sitting in the midst of a vast, uninhabitable desert. Nothing but blistering, harsh conditions for mile upon mile in all directions. For the people who live in this lifespring, there is nowhere else to go. With common adherence to a small set of rules by all, this could be a paradise. However, a sizeable fraction of the population destroys the natural resources that are essential to survival with complete disregard for the consequences. In no time at all, the oasis will be eradicated and transformed into desert. This desert will support no life. Everyone understands this fact, but nobody seems to consider this with their actions.
Who will provide the grand design?
What is yours and what is mine?
'Cause there is no more new frontier
We have got to make it here.
We satisfy our endless needs and
justify our bloody deeds,
in the name of destiny and the name
of God.
(The Last Resort, The Eagles)
