Unfair

I think people who have grown up in an age of charge cards and mortgages, people who have worked hard and long all their lives, people who have been sold the idea that success is measured in money and stock, are feeling cheated.

The very rich can still pack up and go to their summer homes. They have homes large enough to accommodate groups of friends and family even tennis courts and golf courses, but if they get sick enough, they still die.

Mother Nature is a brutally equal rights parent. She cannot be bought off. You can mess with her, pollute her air, melt her icebergs, kill her forests and trees, hang some of her children's heads on your walls as trophies, but deep inside she will outlive you and all the generations who follow you.

In the very end there will be no plaques on her mountains touting the Vanderbilts, or Rockefellers. And if life resurrects itself after she has time to clean house, they will study us the way we do the Minoans: our homes, our Porsche chariots, our monuments and religious lore.

That is the hard part of being human. To us we are everything. To the earth we are just another species.