Three Hundred and Ninety
Our Mother is very angry with us, releasing her wrath unto all of her children. Even from New York I can feel the effects of her vengeance being released from around the world. The category 5 hurricane that originated from West Africa hit New York late last night. Its energy never halted despite traveling over the land. Its deadly force destroyed everything in its path. Every town on the East Coast has been completely leveled. From my kitchen window I can only see the rain falling from heaven by the buckets. It acts as a curtain shutting me out from the horrors it created. Matt Lauer is on my television, he says this all could have been prevented if we just kept it under Three Hundred and Ninety.
Earthquakes are now being reported as well, each epicenter follows the perimeter of our Mother's ring of fire. Never before in history has the ring connected in this way. The force at each source is greater than Charles F. Richter could have ever imagined. Waves ripple from the epicenters attempting to reach victims of the other side of the planet. The surface waves reach my home from over 3,000 miles away. They ensure that there is no shadow zone at any point on the globe. I maintain my balance as dinner plates shatter on my tiled kitchen floor. Lester Holt is reporting live from the City of Angels, which is on the verge of ruin. He asks us viewers, "Why didn't we keep it under Three Hundred and Ninety?" before the T.V. screen goes to static.
The beautiful and vast glaciers that covered Canada, Antarctica and Greenland are no more. They have been melting at an exponential rate for years, and our Mother accelerated the melt. The glaciers disappeared today. They metamorphosed into bodies of water that could fill ocean basins. But the waters have nowhere to go. They chose to fill the land masses. I can hear the roar of the tsunami charging toward me. I run toward the front door, bang it open, and look toward the horizon. Our Mother sealed our fate...no it was us. We did this to ourselves. We have no one to blame but us for the premature Judgment Day. I run into the street and stare in awe of the horrors man created.
"Why? Why couldn't we keep the atmosphere below Three Hundred and Ninety?" I scream to no one. I'm just as guilty for my carbon footprint as anyone else. I spread my arms out, close my eyes, and tilt my head back as I wait for my gluttony to finally consume me.
