It was not lost on me that I sounded like an
extremist, someone who believed in an ideology to the extent that they wanted everyone
else to believe it too. Not only believe it, but live it. Be trapped within it.
I groaned inwardly.
How
did political leaders make these sorts of decisions? I had read about militant
tyrants and fervent religious masses doing things that were at complete odds
with each other, but were thought to be utterly correct.
I
couldn’t stop thinking about what the world would turn into if what we did
turned out to be wrong. People were suffering all over the globe and they had
been suffering for as long as anyone could remember. A select few nations had
overcome obstacles as simple as clean drinking water, medical aid and
education, which led to a new and improved way of life. And here I was saying
that I was going to take us back to the pre-historic age where hunters and
gatherers foraged for berries and chiselled arrow heads out of flint.
A new Earth meant no hospitals, no
agriculture, no infrastructure and nothing of anything really. Was that
something that sounded right? It sure as hell didn’t sound logical.