Posted on | May 10, 2015 by Benjamin Dovecar
Torment of Tantalus
January 29. 2015
- 8 C
Location: Europe, Slovenia
It’s snowing lightly. A group of children at the bus station are happy because of the snow that has fallen overnight. They are snowballing one another, cheering when a snowball hits one of their schoolmates. Tina hides behind the trunk of an old pear tree. Out of breath, she puts her hands to her mouth to warm them up with her breath. She listens. She hears the melody of her mobile phone. She pulls it out of the pocket and curiously looks at the screen to check out the caller. Her body gets overwhelmed with warmth and a shiny smile appears on her freckled face when she reads the name Peter.
»Hey Tina. Are you already at school?«
»No. What about you?«
»No. I forgot my notebook. I’m running home to get it and then back to school.«
»But will you manage to get back to school on time?«
»Yeah. Sure. No problem.«
»Great. You know, Metka told me that her uncle is going to be performing at her birthday party. You know. The magician.«
»I can’t wait.«
»Me too. So when will you be there?«
»Around five. My mom is gonna take me there. What about you?«
»At five as well.«
»Did you get her a present? I will give her a bracelet. You know, a red-blue one, it’s phosphorescent.«
»Yeah. I already got something. A CD.«
»You’ll see. It’s a surprise.«
»The bus is coming. I gotta go. Bye, I’ll see you. I love you.«
»Bye. Love you too.«
Tina smiles, kisses the mobile phone, grabs her schoolbag and runs over to the bus.
January 29. 2015
+ 40 C
Location: Africa, Congo
It’s stuffy and hot inside the pit. The bulbs throw faint light over the small bodies of sweating children who carry wicker baskets on their heads, filled up with minerals all the way to the top. They quietly walk past the ward, a young man in a military uniform armed with a tommy-gun. No one dares to speak or look at him, for he beat up a child to death yesterday, just because he has smashed the guard’s drink bottle by accident. He crashed his head with the rifle butt and threw his body in the mining cart.
The ones that have already emptied their baskets are returning down the same path. Bent and exhausted, they are moving towards a red blinking light in the distance. There is a hardly audible whisper.
»Do you know what it is we’re carrying in these baskets?«
»Did you see the guards’ and supervisors’ phones?«
»I’ve heard that they contain a particle made of ore we’re digging out here.«
»Really? But why do they need so much ore for such a small part?«
»I have no idea.«
»Oh. Do you think there’s a lot of phones like these in the world?«
»I don’t know. If there’s plenty, then we’ll be toiling in this mine for quite some time.«
»I’m scared I’ll die here. My legs and back hurt. Yesterday I coughed up blood.«
»I stumbled before. My leg hurts.«
»Do you know the name of this ore?«
»It’s called Coltan. Some also call it Tantalum. Watch out and be quiet.«
The pit widens and they get blinded by the blinking red light for a moment. They walk to the crouching boys who fill up the wicker baskets with their bare hands. They swing the baskets up, place them on their heads and start walking toward the carts to fill them with worthless children’s sweat and blood-soaked precious Tantalum ore.
Posted on | February 20, 2015 by Benjamin Dovecar
The Lie We Live
Wealth is not what we create and what we have. It’s what we are, our life and everything alive that surrounds us. Everything that nature creates for us and everything it gives us for free. Everything that enables us to live and survive. It’s the clean air we breathe, the drinking water, the fertile soil and its produce, the fruits we pick from the trees, the insects that pollinate the flowers, the birds that sing to us, the rustling of the forests, the oceans full of life — all this biotic diversity that surrounds us and feeds us. All this is the only wealth and our greatest treasure.
We, too, are part of this treasure. Unique, like every other being on this planet. Each one of us is invaluable. Unicom of the universe. A treasure that cannot be evaluated with money or weigh by gold.
It’s only when we understand this will we say goodbye from today’s world of “having more” and greet the new world of “being more”. The world enriched with humanity, social justice and ecological responsibility. That’s the world I write about. This is the ecohumanist world — the kind of world I want for me, for you, for our children, for mankind. The world where life is the only wealth.
Posted on | September 2, 2014 by Benjamin Dovecar
Vote for your world.
I vote for this world,
And I write about new word – ecohuman world.
Women of Israel and Palestine: Stand up and demand peace in the name of your children. Nobody but you — UNITED — has the power to stop this bloody madness.
Posted on | August 1, 2014 by Benjamin Dovecar
The Bloody Sandbox
The scorching sun shines above the children’s playground at the edge of a neighborhood park. Many boys and girls are chasing each other, laughing and playing with a colorful ball that’s bouncing around as if nothing could ever stop it.
In the shadow of a small pine tree, two four-year olds, Maria and Mohammad, are playing in a sandbox that seems to have been made just for the two of them. After a few tries followed by the girls’ laughter, the boy finally succeeds in building a sand cake strong enough so it wouldn’t crumble. They laugh and clap in amusement, but their voices quickly drown in the sound of the nearby road traffic. A white pigeon coos on the branch above them.
Not far from there, Maria’s mother, who’s sitting on a nearby bench, looks out from behind the newspaper and smiles as she notices how the little girl leans over to the boy and gives him a kiss on the cheek. She feels happy and tears form around the rim of her eyes. A few steps closer, Mohammad’s mother stops knitting for a moment. She presses the unfinished sweater onto her chest as she watches the two kids playing.
Mohammad offers Maria the blue cup he used for making the sand cake. As she begins to fill it up, Mohammad helps her because he’s already an expert in making things out of sand. They hold the cup together and then quickly turn it around. When the boy moves his hands away, Maria lifts it up. Surprise! A beautifully shaped sand cake appears in front of them.
Maria’s brown eyes flash in excitement. But then, moments later, she bursts into tears as the cake suddenly collapses and falls apart into pieces.
Mohammed’s mother, still watching what’s happening, rushes over to the kids, hugs Maria and begins to comfort her.
“Don’t cry, little girl. You’re going to build a new sand cake with Mohammad!” She caresses her shiny blond hair and looks at her mother who just came over and kneeled down next to them. Mohammad starts crying, too, but Maria’s mother wraps her arms around him, trying to cheer him up.
“Your mom is right, now we’re going to build a lot of cakes together — the whole sandbox of cakes, aren’t we?” The two mothers look at each other and smile.
The white pigeon observes curiously what’s happening underneath. Suddenly, he lifts his head up and looks into the cloudless summer sky.
Four hours have passed since then. A TV crew gathers in front of a huge hole in the ground that’s surrounded by a crowd of enraged people. There’s heavy damage on the nearby houses.
The camera rolls. Holding a bent piece of a blue cup in his hands, the reporter begins: “This afternoon a missile hit this part of town. According to local reports, 23 people have been killed, mostly children and theirs mothers. Once again the victims were those who were the least guilty for the insanity that’s going on.”
He lifts up the cup. “Unfortunately we’ll never know if this boy or girl could ever build their first sand cake.”
The reporter bends down, picks up a white blood-splattered feather and moves it closer to the camera.
“All that’s left is this white feather, a destroyed symbol of peace. It’s a disgrace for everyone to whom violence and wars mean more than the lives of their children, mothers, wives and our common future.”
The violent shouting in the background gets louder.
“REVENGE! GIVE US WEAPONS, WAR, WAR!”
The cameraman shuts off the camera. “I’m getting sick of this. Where the hell are we? Planet of psychos and idiots? How much longer are we gonna look at this?”
“For as long as we let it,” mumbles the reporter, looking at the crowd. “For as long as the majority who want peace allow to be led by the few of those who feed themselves by violence and hatred so they can rule.”
“KILL THE ENEMY, KILL THE ENEMY!”
Posted on | June 30, 2014 by Benjamin Dovecar
Posted on | June 14, 2014 by Benjamin Dovecar
8 acts of kindness to animals that will restore your faith in humanity
and one of millions cruel reality’s.
Posted on | April 29, 2014 by Benjamin Dovecar
I was really surprised at the outcome of my traffic count on this only 7.2 km long way from my home to my work place. I counted an incredible 682 cars, 8 half-empty or completely empty buses, 12 trucks, 3 motorcyclists and just 3 bicyclists and 2 pedestrians.
That’s what the structure of traffic (including pedestrians and drivers) should look like on this part of the road — or in the world for that matter — if we truly want to do something about what we always talk about yet take too little action: saving energy and fossil resources, clean the air, lessen the consequences of climate change and especially improving our health. It’s imperative that we step from words to personal actions. Immediately. All of us.
Posted on | April 19, 2014 by Benjamin Dovecar
Posted on | April 12, 2014 by Benjamin Dovecar
And they say there’s not enough work. Of course there is, there’s more than enough of it. For example, taking care of forgotten horses, these magnificent animals. But not in this money and profit-oriented society.
Ecohumanist society which I write about, works not for money and profit, but for the good of all, also horses — the animals worthy of a statue and not ending up like this.
Posted on | April 5, 2014 by Benjamin Dovecar
Every day we can marvel at nature’s abundant creativity and originality reflected in diversity and beauty of the biological world. But hardly anyone searches for the reasons and impulses of her creativity. Why is it that a pine tree has pine cones, but an oak tree produces acorns, why are there flowers in the meadow and not just plain grass? Why do blossoms sprout fruit, why a ripe strawberry is red and not green, why the world seems different through the eyes of a bee or a spider…?
Why are there more than a million insect species, why crocodiles only eat flesh, why zebras eat grass and why humans are all-eaters…? Why all this incredible variety? Why does nature create all the diversity? The answer is simple and fully logical.
The need for visual recognition of food by most living species is the reason for biodiversity.
In order to maintain a nutrition-based life, sensory organs for identifying food needed to develop. Sense of smell, taste, touch and hearing are of importance and, for some creatures, even of vital importance. But nature’s special attention was given to the sense of sight. Parallel to the eye development there was brain development which enabled transformation of visual stimuli directly into images. They become a part of the permanent brain-record containing certain shapes, colors or prey movements.
An elephant is an elephant because of its eating habits, not so much because of the environment. Its trunk is perfectly suited for picking grass, twigs and tree bark as well as drinking water. Elephants grind the vegetation effortlessly, their size was determined by the digestive system and their eyes enable them to spot the perfect nutrition. We can only guess how the process of uploading, saving and interpreting of these images works, for we have lost the ability of looking at the world through the eyes of an animal – by developing speech.
„Eat or be eaten“ is a driving force of diversity, simultaneously creating the necessary natural balance which gives every plant and animal species the opportunity to live and a chance to survive.
How to defend oneself from the attacker, how to equip oneself with warning or protective coloring, take advantage of a camouflage or rely on one‘s speed, turn venomous or powerful? Is it an advantage to be small and surrounded by the like, or be big and solitary, is it better to remain in the sea or to crawl ashore? These are only a few of the mentioned survival strategies triggered by finding food through visual recognition.
The upright posture of man was also conditioned by our ancestors‘ need to search for food using vision, namely in the shallows of the stagnant waters of the former Africa, where food was more abundant, variegated and accessible than anywhere else on the planet. The upright walk affected the larynx position (i.e. upper section of trachea with vocal chords), which enabled speech development. This is the crucial moment in our evolution, for we have abandoned the world of food spotting based merely on image interpretation, and evolved into creatures of higher visual and verbal abilities.
Food isn’t just a cheap commercial product, it is an invaluable vital commodity.
For humans, food is still of vital importance. But unfortunately it is something to be traded with, one of the many commercial products for making money – with no regard to the negative impact on humans, the environment and the ecosystem.
We have even gone so far as to use nutrition in order to fill up car tanks of the satiated instead of filling the stomachs of the hungry. The consequence of this unnatural attitude toward food is the spreading famine which is taking over the planet. If we keep on devouring up the biodiversity that nurtures us all, this will sooner or later lead to our starvation.
But there is a ray of hope. And this hope is ecohumanism. A new social order that abolishes money and thus weakens the power of abusing food for the purpose of money-making, accepting biodiversity as invaluable.
There is an urgent need for ecohumanism as well as for a nature-friendly diet, which is mostly vegan. Only such nutrition will satiate us and make us healthier while preserving the planet’s biodiversity.
The sun gives us light and keeps us warm, the planet fills our lungs with air and quenches our thirst while nature, with its biodiversity makes sure we don’t starve or remain solitary. And what is it we have to do? We only need to open our eyes and finally see.keep looking »