NO POLLINATORS = NO POLLINATION = NO FOOD

For 90% of plants - the process of pollination requires pollinators: organisms that carry or move the pollen grains from the anther to the receptive part of the carpel or pistil. That is called, "biotic-pollination". There are roughly 200,000 varieties of animal pollinators are in the wild - most of which are insects - and (by far) most pollination activity, is performed by bees!

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SCIENCE

Science: it's what one must do - to know the Truth.

Mass Extinction (underway)...

An undercover agent from U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service displays endangered "Ornithoptera Alexandrae" butterflies - seized during a 'sting' (the male butterfly is at the top). Also known as "Queen Alexandra's Birdwing", the specie is among the largest and rarest in the world.



This insect has a wingspan up to one foot and can be found flying high above the rainforest in Papua New Guinea. A pair sells for more than $10,000 on the black market. Exotic living things are still being killed, to be sold to the highest bidder...

Where is this old world headed?

EARTH DAY (The River of Life) in 3 parts...

Part-I

The longer we live, the more brief does this life appear.
We breath-in its varied and succeeding stages,
When a day taken from childhood does seem a year,
And all the years, like the passing of ages...

The carefree currents of our youth,
Ere in passion and in disorder,
Steal and linger like a river smoothed,
Along its verdant borders...

But as the care-worn cheek grows wan,
And sorrow's shaft flies slower, thicker...
As stars, measure life up to every man,
Why seem our courses quicker?

When joys have lost both bloom and breath,
And life itself sublimes, ...vapid.
Why, as we reach the Autumn of life, towards death,
Feel we, the tide, current, and tow more rapid?

It may be strange -- yet who would change,
Time's course to a slower speeding?
When one by one, our friends have gone,
And left our bosoms bleeding...

The heavens bestow years of fading strength,
Indemnifying fleetness,
And those of youth, the semblance of length,
Misproportion'd to their sweetness...

Part-II

Running, flowing -- never stopping;
Begun as a trickle -- joining eddies, forming a stream;
The spring follows valleys -- thru rock, mud, sand, 'n moss;
Becoming mighty, strong -- widening the course.

Gathering pebbles along the way -- tossing, turning, rolling;
Toying with them; dropping each off -- then forgetting when.
Showers fall into it, and join as one within it.
Heat evaporates it, and carries it back up into the sky.

Ever flowing, changing -- never meandering the same way.
Never regretting, having been here or there, nor where.
Once Love lived along the banks of the River of Life.
Love grew amdist the floods and flows.

There Love floated, carried by life's sweetest waters.
Love rained to awaken the seeds of Spring,
And to nourish all life and growing things.
Love grew.

This fleuve was born of storms and wind,
blown to traverse the Good Earth.
The river runs deep, like molten fires that make and shake,
Continents, and one's Worth.

Love had all that was needed for happiness and joy,
But was plagued by demons,
the triple-headed beast of:
Greed, Hate, and War.

Greed swallows-up generosity, locked inside of dungeons.
Hate severs connection and teaches peoples to fear each other.
War threatens to rain destruction upon all who oppose...
Monsterous rule.

And the people were separated, and afraid, and poor.
The threads of unity became frayed.
The fabric of care, unraveled.
As love thirsted.

And War took the young, marching them off to slaughter,
To meet the Reaper, in places far, far away.
Greed steals and seals their future...
Ended.

Their River of Life, run dry.
Families witness heart springs fallen into dust,
New sprouts fail, and tall trees die.
And the hills turn brown.

And the mothers wept and mourn, and do not know what to do.
The families too are divided.
Some have more and some had less.
All was lost.

Old wounds and present injustice kept the loved apart.
But as War shook both fists,
Threatening to unleash destruction upon the Earth...
The wise turned to each other and they say:

We are but scraps of a torn fabric, but if we tie them together,
We can bind wounds, dry tears, and weave a net to carry heavy loads."
"We must amplify love, and throw off dread,
Take back our power and spin new threads."

"A life-line, held in strong hands,
A living web of shining strands."
"Make our fingers remember how to spin.
Freedom that may ring on the rising wind."

"As we sew the threads of life, the cords of fate,
We combine our love into a river, that can overrun all hate."
"We may apply justice, burning bright like shooting stars,
We can make Peace into a river, that can overcome all War."

Part-III

And if you want to know where true power lies,
Turn and look into your brethren's eyes.
So come Mothers and Fathers,
Sons, and daughters.

Come spinners and weavers,
Tool makers, potters,
Dancers and dreamers...
Fixers, changers,

Singers and screamers...
Forget all dangers.
Come ancestors, guardians,
Gods and goddesses too,

You who teach us,
You who speak only truth, true...
You who plant, and you who reap,
You who soar and you who creep,

You who cook, and you who drum,
You who have been, and you yet to come...
You who do battle with hand and sword,
You who resist using plume and words.

All unreasonable women,
All unmanageable men.
Come Harpies, Banshees, Gorgons, and Witches;
Come courageous warriors, and furious bitches!

Break the chains that have kept us bound.
Weave a web to pull the Monster down.
In the face of truth, no lie can stand.
Weave the vision, strand by strand.

We are the water flowing, we are the seed,
We are the storm winds, here to blow away all greed.
We are the new world, we bring to birth;
All rivers rising, to reclaim...

This Good Earth.

-ooOoo-

O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream

My great example, as it is my theme!

Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull,

Strong without rage, without o'erflowing full

--John Denham (1615-1669)

(From the poem, "Cooper's Hill", first published in AD 1642.

Extinctions (great & small)

When the tiny wings of the last Xerces Blue butterfly ceased to flutter, our world grew quieter by a whisper, and duller by a hue...

Light Speed

The "Speed of Light" ...very fast, but rather slow (relatively speaking).

For example, were we to travel to "Proxima centurai" (the NEAREST star to our Sun, at a distance of 4.22 light years) using the best, most advanced technical means at hand...

How long would it take mankind to travel there?

A light year is 5,878,625,373,183.61 (5.8 Trillion) statute miles. So, multiplying by 4.22 that's a total of 24.8 Trillion statute miles.

The spacecraft "Helios", holds the record as the fastest man-made object (a series of two US-German spacecraft, launched in the mid-1970's, to study the Sun). Helios attained the speed of 150,000 MPH (that's 2500 miles per minute).

At a consistent speed of 150,000 MPH (without taking into consideration the time needed to accerate -- and then to slow our spacecraft) ...to reach our closest star, would take 18,879 YEARS!

That's equal to 750 human generations!

Rather disquieting, to say the least. Man is the cause of the ongoing Mass Extinction. Our vulnerable BLUE PLANET (spaceship Earth) must be protected such that it can remain as a safe haven...

And for some time to come...
Me Thinks

Planet Earth? Planet Ocean?

Why do we refer to our celestial orb as "Planet Earth"? When almost 70% of its surface is covered by The Deep -- tremendous volumes of ...Water!

How about renaming our cosmic home, "Planet Ocean"?

Think BLUE (in lieu of GREEN)?

Eco Speak

Protect the PLANET by living so close to NATURE ...as to smell its b.r.e.a.t.h...

Tonic of Wilderness

To live in the ways ...to which I aspire, you must feel the need for the Tonic Of Wilderness -- desiring to sojourn in places of great Peace and Peace of mind -- where Mother Nature takes you into the comfort of her folded arms, so that you may feel wanted, needed, a part of it all -- and loved, forever young.

Does anyone ever get enough love... ?