I'm worried that, over the next ten years, twenty almost certainly, we will discover just how resilient or fragile our society is in the face of climate change impacts.
How are we going to adapt to extreme variations in our seasonal weather? How do we deal with persistent, severe drought and flood cycles? How do we accommodate Spring in February one year and the Polar Vortex the next? How will we patch up and reinforce our essential infrastructure? How do we keep our agriculture intact? What will we do if the crop failures that have cycled through the U.S., Russia and Australia by turns hit everywhere all at once? What's our backup plan if, as some scientists recently warned, that happens?
Maybe if we're really lucky and really diligent and supremely thoughtful we'll find ways to adapt and ways to arrest climate change or at least keep it from getting worse than it has to be. Maybe we'll do everything right and still find out we left it too late. Maybe we'll just get selfish and greedy and consign our grandkids to a hell on earth.
What makes me most fearful is that I'm asking these questions of myself. We're not asking them together, collectively. We're not have a national conversation about these questions. We're not seeking consensus solutions. What are we - you, me, our leaders - so afraid of, the questions or is it the answers?