Mark - Thank you posting this article. I hung on every beautifully-written 
lucid word.
It brings a sharp focus to many things I have pondered in the past few years. 
I live and work in an area with six very large oil refineries within six to 
ten miles. I know a senior chemist working in one, and two fire chiefs 
working in two of the others. It was pointed out to me years ago by one of 
these men that his workplace was the newest refinery on the continent, and it 
was already over twenty-five years old. He knew of no plans to build any 
newer ones. Fires and industrial accidents are common and the senior 
managements are not only cavalier about the situation, but in all cases 
uncommunicative, even when the local authorities attempt to force them to 
shut down temporarily to see to safety measures. I can see that they don't 
care about anything except processing as much as they can run thru the system 
as quickly as possible without incurring any further production costs or 
capital investment. And charging the drivers closest to the refineries more 
per gallon than anywhere else in the country...
I can't be very hopeful about enough people changing their lifestyles to make 
a difference--it is just too easy to go along in the same old manner until 
they reach the end of the road. The other bothersome item is the 
ever-burgeoning world population; six billion is 'way over sustainable 
limits, even if everything was shared out equally, and it won't be...
The end of oil is only one of the bad items on our plate, but it will most 
probably be the first one we will collectively gag on in our highly-dependent 
culture. I cannot think of a single item in my office or my home, that does 
not require the use of petrochemicals in its manufacture or production. I 
have spent my entire working life in a business that could not exist without 
it--and that is just the production processes, never mind all the rest of 
what we daily use and toss and never think of how it came to be...
Not only do I mourn Mike Neligh because of his words, and mind, and heart, 
but I look about me in the course of my day and begin to mourn all I have 
used and enjoyed and known, because these are the last years and days of this 
level of insouciant materialism. 
As we continue to squander merrily off the edge, remember to hold precious 
that which will become even more rare. Color requires oil to carry the 
pigments. '1984' was not written and played in tones of grey merely as a 
stylistic device...
Who will decide what the last oil should be used to produce? I'll bet it 
won't be the little people. 
Joan

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