My wife says I have no soul. We are about to get divorced. I don't feel grief deeply anymore, too many losses over too many years. I do feel a sense of loss, a sadness but I don't much cry for sadness. Most of my tears are tears of joy, few as they are. I see the pending collapse, unraveling, famine, extinctions, unrest, refugees and suffering as the trials and tribulations of our time. There are limits to what we can do about them. Why talk about P-BoM (it is less a belch, burp, or bomb than a gradual exhalation of deadly exhaust) it can't be acted against directly and can only be arrested by a reversal of the anthropomorphic climate change warming. It may be worth discussing how it might lead to a tipping point that will accelerate the warming making all our efforts to mitigate CO2 emissions worthless, but I don't like the sound of that kind of talk.

TEK