But if we do survive, what
is it going to look like? Will it be much fun to continue with all
the wars and abuse and the hateful existence? Living between dirty
rivers and hostile walls?
Here's a little Utopia:
Huge environmental
disasters will trigger the establishment of a global council of the
wise. Like the UN, just without corruption and with real power when
it comes to pollution of the land, the water and the air. And yes,
all those passionate conspiracy theorists out there, if you want you
can also call it a New World Order, I don't mind. Something NEW is
definitely needed. Actually, the choice we now face is between
something completely new or something completely dead. In this little
Utopia, we chose the new.
With environmental
protection being the number one priority, the selfish interests of
countries will lose importance. That doesn't mean that culture will
become unimportant too – culture is beautiful and hence it should
be treated accordingly. But most countries are too big to really
represent culture. Go to Andalusia and then to Galicia – same
country, but culturally they're worlds apart.
So in my little Utopia,
small regions are celebrated and respected, while at the same time a
global nature government protects the interests of planet Earth.
Also, culture will be seen as what it really is: A living organism
which is evolving like all other living organisms. People – all
people! – can roam the world freely and are welcomed with
curiosity, rather than rejected out of fear. No one will ask a
differently looking person for his or her migration background, but
for his or her migration foreground – because migration is nothing
to be ashamed of, nothing that should be hidden away; after all, it's
what makes life colourful!
There will be more
cooperation and less competition, plenty of Fusion festivals and no
fascist marches, clean rivers and friendly border patrols. And who knows,
perhaps, if people start to heal the hate within, there will be even
peace...
I know, just a silly
Utopia by a guy who had a tiny moment of hope. But hey, what would we
do without Utopia? Surrender to misery?
Utopia is on the
horizon. I move two steps closer; it moves two steps further away.
I
walk another ten steps and then horizon runs ten steps away.
As much
as I may walk, I'll never reach it. So what's the point of Utopia?
The point is this: to keep walking.
(Eduardo Galeano)
