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My story told by me, the earth. monologues of the earth

Anonim

Hello, I am Earth, a very privileged planet.

You can't imagine how proud I am to have such important and intelligent guests as you on my surface. Neither can you guess the pleasure it gives me to host, for now exclusively, the largest variety of species in the universe, do they not? Or is it that you know of a planet that has even a pinch of life. Right? Me neither. Also, my 4.5 billion years sound like enough for someone to have visited me from outer space and indicated where else there is life.

I do not know if he has come but at least I have not found out. Despite my exclusivity I am not vain because I know my limitations. I'm just a little blue stone floating in the confines of this distant galaxy called the Milky Way. I don't know why they chose me to harbor so much life in my bosom, but the truth is that I was born to carry life. You have been finding out for yourself, but without offending you, there is still very little that you know of my beginnings.

A long time has passed since my birth, although with respect to the 13 billion years of the Universe I am a teenager, because if we measure it with your chronometry, and we assign the cosmos 39 years, then I am a girl of 13 and a half. What do you think? But how old are you? It is such a small figure that it is even fun to calculate. Let's see: you, the homo sapiens sapiens, more or less in their current form, appeared in Europe about 40 thousand years ago… let's see what… who tells me their age?… Well, in the absence of answers, I'll tell you. You are 0.00012 years old, or if you prefer 63 minutes of life. I will tell you that amphibians, with that measurement, are around a year old, mosquitoes are six months old, the extinction of the last dinosaur occurred just 60 days ago, but you, in round numbers,They are only one hour old.

I have to admit that in the last quarter of an hour, or 10,000 years according to their chronometry, they have progressed in a dizzying way, to the point that they have forced me to stop my activities as a teenager in order to focus on you and everything doing. I congratulate you on your achievements.

In the field of science they have invented everything and in the arts they have created sublime works. Unimaginable things just a few minutes ago for me, although I confess that I have not stopped thinking that being you the last to arrive, they have turned the order that I have established upside down. This worries me so much that I no longer go to concerts or discos, trying to figure out what they are proposing, because with such intelligence they must have a plan, right? Tell me some of you if that plan really exists and what it consists of.

Well, in the face of their new silence, I think they shouldn't have it, because how can a newborn of just one hour have a plan? Since their sciences and arts are one thing and their ability to warn in time of the fragility of the environment in which they live and the collateral damages that their activities could cause. They have polluted my air, deforested my forests and consumed the fish of my rivers and oceans. But it is not me who has suffered the most, because I have always had the capacity to recover. If they knew in detail the number of extinctions, burns, glaciations that I have seen they would be amazed. Despite all these disasters here I am, still beautiful as so many humans have told me, recited or sung. More than me, rather the aggrieved are the different forms of life that have sprouted in my airs, lands and waters for billions of years, as I already told you.

Excuse me again, but I think it is time for you to take it to another level and build a plan that includes stopping global warming, the cause of climate change and a looming environmental catastrophe. But they must do it at full speed, since the damage in a short time will be irreversible. Hurry because I want to take advantage of what remains of my adolescence.

My story told by me, the earth. monologues of the earth