The Law of Moral and Mental Gain It is the end of summer(where did it go) and the popular trees are dressed in skirts of yellow. It gets dark at half past eight but the odd thing is that there should be a crisp chill in the air and there is not one. Au contraire! My windows are wide open, the moon is blood red, a sign of smoke from a raging forest fire that crossed the United States border into British Columbia. It is three years since the Crowsnest Pass had a very fierce encounter with a forest fire which was named "Lost Creek" but we nicknamed it "Dragon" because of the huge wall of flames and the fight that fire had within it. The "Dragon" has left an air of unease, a feeling of something hidden, something evil.
In the Artic, the "Dragon" rears his ugly head in another form but just as catrastophic as was the fire to the minds and memories of the Crowsnest Pass citizens.
The Artic ice is melting at a very rapid rate. The "oilmen" and "bankers" are clucking their tongues in glee as thoughts of the Canadian "Northwest Passage" about to thaw and allow access to oil riches and commodity shipping. Even in times like this when life as we know it on EArth is hanging on a thread, and future generations will curse us for the "heaps of hell fire we are bestowing on their innocent heads, politicians, robber barons and corporations can not see or hear anything but the cash registers ringing, their stocks rising and oil wells teetering on the melting ice but hell that matters not to them.  ¶ 9/07/2006 01:01:00 a.m. 0 Comments