We haven’t seen a quarter of known bee species since the 1990s
I have come to the conclusion that most of my colleagues, friends neighbors and acquaintances are living in a stoically enforced willful blindness.<p>No one in their right mind can nowadays honestly deny that we are moving, slowly but ever accelerating, into a human-made ecosystem collapse that no one is able to stop before it is too late.<p>But still people are finding ways to weasel out of actually making the conscious effort of accepting the fact that we - as a species - are killing ourselves. Either by denying the facts - the climate is not changing, the animals are not dying, the rivers are not poisoned! - or by ascribing to some kind of techno-utopism where everything will be fixed in the future.<p>I&#x27;m wondering if this is part of psychological coping mechanism; that the fact of our species ending is such a trauma that we - even though we cannot deny it in all honesty - have to suppress our own conciseness from realizing the direful consequences for every single person we know and love. We have to deny reality, because the implications of accepting the facts are just to painful. And so we continue this charade of daily going to work and shopping and comparing our income to those of our neighbors and continue our meaningless competitions for status and rank.<p>I think deep in our hearts most of us know that it is really far to late.<p>And that&#x27;s why we cannot admit the truth.