Adaptation

Are we the first species on the planet to be able to anticipate our own evolution? See it coming, plan for it, use it, go as far as we can with it. Or will the very irony of our extinction be that we had choice?

Will we, in our exhaustive flurry of largely pointless activity, fail to even get onto the track for the next leap forward? This sort of stuff has been wandering around my head in the last while, with climate change getting all frisky on us and meteorologist starting to say that the 2007 IPCC report is out of date, that in fact we're looking at the worst case scenario for 2070 happening in 2050. And all of those scenarios anyway assume nothing catastophic is going to happen like the antarctic ice cap cracking or the peat bog methane giving the clouds a big high five or the carbon hydroxide hanging at the bottom of the oceans giving up the aquatic lifestyle... it takes me back to being as present as i can be, and exploring as deeply as i can my inner space, my vehicle of earth bound experience.

It's a bit like being welded into a car on a highway thats slowly melting and their ain't no off ramps.