Idiots and the Coming of Spring

It was drizzling rain the morning of March 5. We’d hoped for more than a drizzle, considering the pond is 20 inches low and we’re in a severe drought. But the heaviest precipitation stayed south and we were left with clouds and a few sprinkles. We took what we could get.

With the teasing rain came southern winds and unseasonable warmth. Honeybees stirred from their hives, the first snowdrops opened, and sandhill cranes caught a tailwind as they winged north. It was a solid promise of spring. Too early, but nobody was complaining because spring is the season of hope, new life, another chance to get things right. And in 2026 there is so much to get right. 

—A man in the White House who claims to be the president of peace just started a war without congressional approval and without an endgame. The conflict is costing lives and upwards of two billion dollars a day.

—Artificial Intelligence, used wisely, promises massive benefits for humanity, but it seems to be advancing helter-skelter as world powers vie to use it as their ticket to dominance. 

—Data centers, which demand massive amounts of energy and water, are springing up as if those resources are limitless. 

—Government policy to support renewable green fuels has abruptly stopped. Oil and coal are king again and pollution control mandates have been retracted. 

—Immigrants, following every legal requirement to become US citizens, are finding the goal posts moved and are living with the very real threat of being sent to detention centers or places unknown.

I try to imagine living in a war-torn country, where air-raid sirens are routine, where power and water are knocked out, where uncertainty shadows every minute of the day. I saw photos of the sky over Tehran blackened by toxic fumes from bombed oil refineries. Rain passing through the thick layer is acidic enough to burn human skin. A film of oil covers windows, cars, even floors. 

I think about Iranians, how they loathed the perpetrators before the conflict, how their contempt is amplified by the confusion they see in the eyes of kids too young and innocent to comprehend what’s going on.

The people of Iran are divided like we are, and some welcomed a disruption that might remove existing leadership. But it’s evident that a few strategic missiles didn’t end the regime and the war continues with worldwide implications, none of them good.  

It’s spring in Iran. The doves are singing courtship songs. The ruddy shell ducks have returned to nest. Persian gardens, tended and celebrated over thousands of years, are trying to come to life in spite of the chaos around them. Iranians have seed potatoes and onion sets in hand, tomato seeds have sprouted under grow lights. In the north, fields of wheat and barley are greening, the buds of pomegranates and figs are swelling, the season for planting rice is fast approaching. 

But there’s a war, with all the usual objectives of killing and spreading misery with no regard for traditions or traumatized children or, least of all, ecological damage.  According to a report on NPR, we’re targeting health facilities, taking out buildings and the medical professionals in them. At least 175 kids were killed when a missile struck a primary school. The internet in Iran is sporadic at best and carefully monitored. Residents are in the dark.  Our Secretary of Defense said, “We are punching them while they’re down, which is exactly how it should be.” The man in the Oval Office announced we may continue to bomb oil facilities on the island of Khard “just for fun.”

In 2023 Illinois Governor JB Pritzker gave a commencement speech at Northwestern University. The topic was recognizing idiots. He warned that idiots can be intelligent and dazzle us with words and misdirection, but what defines them is their cruelty. 

He said if someone doesn’t look like us or act, think, and love like us, we have a primal instinct to fear or judge them. It’s a reaction that had value in our evolution. But giving in to acts of cruelty is failing the test of an advanced society.  Empathy and compassion are evolved states of being that require us to look beyond our animal instincts and see that the smartest people in the room are often the kindest.

And a kind idiot is as rare as a snowman in the desert.

John Mearsheimer, international relations scholar at the University of Chicago, referencing a 2025 article in the scientific journal Lancet, said that US sanctions on mideastern countries resulted in the deaths of 38 million people between 1971 and 2022. The intent was to inflict massive punishment so the people would rise up against their government. It didn’t work, but the cruelty was stunning. 

The world spins, seasons change, bombs drop. Idiots stroke their egos while the compassionate show how an advanced society behaves. It’s my tendency, given our history of warring and social and environmental woes, to give in to  pessimism, but it’s an attitude that gets in the way of goodness. Empathy and calling out cruelty are behaviors befitting spring—a fresh start, and another chance to get things right.

Perspective

In 1987, space philosopher Frank White coined a term to describe how astronauts think about Earth and life after viewing our planet from outer space. He called it the overview effect—a cognitive shift reported by those who spend extended time aboard the International Space Station.

Artemis II Mission Specialist Christina Koch sums it up this way: "The overview effect is when you're looking through the cupola and you see the Earth as it exists with the whole universe in the background. You see the thin blue line of the atmosphere, and then on the dark side of the Earth, you actually see this very thin green line where the atmosphere is. What you realize is every single person that you know is sustained and inside of that green line and everything else is completely inhospitable. You don't see borders, you don't see religious lines, you don't see political boundaries. All you see is Earth, and you see that we are way more alike than we are different." 

Koch's crewmate, NASA astronaut Victor Glover, compared the overview effect with the sea level effect: "You come back to sea level and you have a choice. Are you going to try to live your life a little differently? Are you going to choose to be a member of this community of Earth?"

Astronaut Mike Foreman added, "I think if you're not a conservationist before you go to space, you're at least partly a conservationist when you come back. Because when you see how thin that atmosphere is, that protective layer that we have here, you think, wow, we really have to take care of this.”

I was thinking about the overview effect—about perspective, and how it should overrule short-term thinking.  Recently, the Trump administration repealed the endangerment finding, an EPA conclusion following the 2007 Supreme Court decision that greenhouse gases threaten human health and welfare. The White House says the finding hurt industry and the economy, and that prior administrations twisted the science to levy undue hardships on power companies and automobile manufacturers. 

Fragility may be the clearest takeaway of the overview effect. There are solid indications that another El Niño is in store for us and slated to arrive sometime between June and September. If it happens, environmental journalist Bill McKibben says buckle up and prepare for bedlam, because every El Niño in recent decades is worse than the preceding one. More fires, more floods, more droughts, more tipping points breached. Fragility. 

Astronaut T.J. Creamer described the overview effect as heart-stopping, soul-pounding.  “Every single crew member that I brought in (the cupola) cried."

The Winter Olympics have come to an end. For 17 days the world came together with no regard for religion or nation or race. Athletes engaged in spirited competition, forged friendships, shared dreams, set aside differences. They behaved as if they were from the same neighborhood, as if what they had in common mattered most. In a small way, a gathering of athletes understood the overview effect for 17 days. 

Ron Garan spent 178 days in space, circling the planet 2,842 times. After witnessing the paper-thin barrier that allows earthly life to flourish, he said, “I didn’t see an economy, but since our human-made systems treat everything including the very life-support systems of our planet as the subsidiary of the global economy, it’s obvious… we’re living a lie… We need to move from thinking economy-society-planet to planet-society-economy.” 

It’s the end of February, 2026. A light snow fills the air. At times the flakes nearly stop, as if undecided where to go, as if challenging their direction. As if they have a choice. 

 

While We Are Distracted

It’s cold. The mercury didn’t break the single digits today. We strapped on skis and took a couple laps around the north field.  My breath froze to my face. 

I shoveled the walks and topped off the woodpile on the porch. The cold, forecasters say, is here for a week, maybe more. The bathroom shower is frozen, which isn’t much of a problem since the water heater’s on the fritz. 

Snowflakes resembling dandelion fluff have been freeze-dried to pellets that flow like sugar and squeak underfoot. Branches of maple trees snap and pop in the frigid stillness. Ponds and rivers are iced over, even the riffles. Soil is hard as stone. Billions of seeds and insect eggs and miles of roots lie suspended in frost, waiting. 

We returned from a road trip ahead of a storm that stretched from New Mexico to Maine, the ice and snow wreaking inconvenience and misery.  “This too shall pass,” I heard the ghost of my mother say. 

Russia is attacking power infrastructure in Ukraine where the temperature is 20 below zero. Millions have no electricity, water, or heat. Ukrainians long for spring as a matter of survival. It’s not patience they need, but military might and the strength that lies deep in the human spirit. It’s one thing to curse the weather, another to curse the humans responsible for making weather unbearable. 

Elsewhere, the chill takes a different form. Minnesotans have taken to the streets in response to immigration officers killing peaceful protesters. It’s what good people do when governments overstep their bounds and democracies are threatened. 

A couple weeks ago we pulled into Ash Meadows National Wildlife Refuge in the Amargosa Valley, east of Death Valley.  It was warm, mid-70’s, as we sauntered along a loop trail behind the visitor’s center. The trail led to a crystalline pool, one of several in the valley, where tens of thousands of gallons of warm water rises to the surface every minute.  In the pool were Ash Meadows Armargosa pupfish, an endemic species marked as endangered. The males were sporting vivid blue sides marking the start of the breeding season. 

The water at Ash Meadows is fossilized, flowing from an aquifer formed during the last ice age. Ninety-degree springs create the largest oasis in the Mojave Desert, with habitats for dozens of plants and animals found nowhere else. 

It was all nearly destroyed. First by peat mining, then cattle ranching, then by developers bent on turning the valley into a resort town with easy access to Las Vegas.  Homes, hotels, an airport, retail stores, were all scheduled to transform the heart of Ash Meadows. Roadways were constructed, billboards announced “New City Being Born Here.” 

In 1984 the Nature Conservancy stepped in and negotiated a land transfer to the US Fish and Wildlife Service.  But the fight is not over. Mining interests continue to eye the Valley for lithium and other valued minerals. 

Hundreds of unique places like Ash Meadows were destroyed and developed before science and society recognized their value; before protections like the Endangered Species Act leveraged parcels from the wants of developers, farmers, and extraction industries.  

Ash Meadows National Wildlife Refuge is not so much a happy ending as a reprieve.  Protecting what’s left of a beautiful planet doesn’t happen while we sit on the sidelines. The persistent cold seeping through insulated walls will ease soon enough, but the human inclination to damage what sustains us will not. 

I remind myself that being ignorant or uninvolved is to be complicit, and staying vigilant with a willingness to take a stand allows hope to live on. But our shower is frozen, we have no hot water, and there seems no end to the distractions that blind us to the threats that matter most. Our response will be our legacy.  

A New Year

While I slept a new year rolled in, but it was nothing the earth hadn’t seen billions of times before.  Most of the living didn’t celebrate. The oak trees and jays and deer mice went about their business. Fishes lurked about underwater structure, whales continued their migration, elephant seals gathered on beaches to mate. 

On the first day of the year the sun rose and illuminated the darkness. Wind whispered through the pines. Water dripped, trickled, and roared toward the oceans. 

The clock ticked past midnight as 8.2 billion people stood by. Some celebrated, some were mired in depression, some resolved to build better lives.

I awoke to a Facebook post from Indiana Attorney General Todd Rokita featuring a photo of Leonardo DiCaprio offering a toast. Superimposed on the photo were the words, “To all my haters! Be patient. So much more is coming”.  Then a few days later, without congressional approval, our commander in chief strong-armed his way into Venezuela in classic dictatorship style. My pride overfloweth. 

It’s hard to sort out the truth. Initial reports suggest Venezuelan oil is rightfully ours so our control of the area is long overdue. But it’s an embarrassing argument as much of the world moves to lessen dependence on fossil fuels. 

According to Bill McKibben, half of Australia’s states will get three free hours of electricity every day beginning in July, and the rest of the country will follow in 2027. It’s the result of the country’s massive solar production. Free power to charge electric vehicles, to ramp up manufacturing, to top off energy storage systems. 

We’re awaiting final figures, but 2025 total greenhouse gas output by the US is projected to reach 6.2 billion metric tons, slightly more than previous years. Fossil fuel emissions continue to rise as we initiate another war to secure more oil. We might claim other reasons, but it’s the oil and other resources that drive the decisions. 

We spent the holidays with our sons in CA, dividing our time between the northern coast and the Sierra. A series of atmospheric rivers brought needed moisture ashore and dumped inches of rain on lower elevations and feet of snow to the mountains. We were in the Tahoe basin between Christmas and New Year’s and were treated to a blanket of white that hung heavy on the Jeffrey pines and cedars. We strapped on cross country skis and kicked/glided across the magnificent Hope Valley, surrounded by panoramic mountain peaks. If a more beautiful spot exists, I’m not sure I could handle it.

A few days later we left that reverent place and after driving a couple hours every hint of snow was gone and there were citrus trees and valleys lush with green and warmed by a winter sun. In the time required for a winter-sick midwesterner to get to the airport, pass security and board a plane, we had driven into a different world. In California, a person can ski the mountains, surf the ocean or hike the high desert by investing only a few hours of road time. There’s little wonder the state has such appeal. 

We don’t influence time, and the earth has an agenda that doesn’t wait for our approval. The pines photosynthesize without our permission. Rivers flood at will. Snow falls regardless of whether or not it’s convenient for us. 

The planet has shown an amazing capacity to absorb our abuses and excesses but it doesn’t forget. Every war, every ton of pollution, every abused acre is entered in a ledger. And like tectonic pressure, there are consequences when thresholds are exceeded.

A new year comes and spreads light across spectacular mountain valleys and war-torn communities alike. Somewhere, a whale surfaces for air as offshore oil rigs drill deeper; a wren sings a courtship song as its territory is bombed; fire-ravaged forests turn to deserts as climatic conditions shift. 

A new calendar brings questions, not promises. We will greet it with wisdom or arrogance. The earth will answer either way.