As the world warms, rocks that have ice in fractures and cracks begin to fall apart; ice that was solid begins to have meltwater running through channels in the ice mass. At some point the structural integrity of the rock and ice is reduced to the point where there's a catastrophic failure. Up to 200 million tonnes of material crashed down a 1 kilometre cliff into a valley, creating a churned up mess of water and pulverised rock, travelling downhill at speed. https://showyourstripes.info/c/asia/nepal/all/
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The Green parties around the world are the only political movements that have always understood that "PEOPLE and PLANET" is the most important relationship, more important than countries and economics. The relationship between "people and planet" has broken down, and the planet's systems have the casting vote. It's time to reset that relationship. . Our system gives no value to global commons such as the atmosphere, the forests, or the oceans, because they are not seen as "scarce commodities". Let's consider a nice old ancient oak tree as a microcosm of the problem. The oak tree has no value if it just goes on photosynthesising, providing a habitat for a whole ecosystem of species, just being a tree. It only has value if it is cut down, the wood is sold, and the land cleared for development. Why? Because there's a built-in idea that the natural world is effectively infinite, there's no scarcity value. And of course "leaving things...
THE GOOD ANCESTOR by Daverick Leggett Every day I walk a hundred years to the hill where my great great granddaughter sits. I carry words of blessing and reach to touch her back But feeling me near she turns sad eyed and heavy with grief “What was it like?” she asks “when the great whales swam when the birds sang you awake when the rains came soft and the soil smelled sweet underfoot?” And the blessings catch in my throat On darker days she turns, her famished face charred and eyes, sunk in their bony orbits, burn with curses. And the blessings froth at my mouth with the poisonous spume of betrayal On the darkest of all days I walk the hundred years and find no one there Let today be the bright day. Let today be the bright day I lay my hand upon her back And, feeling me there, she turns and blesses me, saying “Your love was fierce enough, sweet ancestor, your love was fierce enough”