Digging Tunnels with Plastic Spoons

Humankind apparently forgot that the term 'sapiens' in Homo Sapiens means intelligent. Forgot the adage that 'with great power comes great responsibility'. Humans: A monument to Murphy's Law that says 'anything that can go wrong, will'. A testament to the fact that inherently inane beings, given choices, will make the wrong ones.

But not all make the wrong choices. These few remarkable individuals probably stay the Hand of The Maker from obliterating this species from the universe.

One such individual is Mimi. Mimi started this idea called the Peace Globe. Titled Dona Nobis Pacem, and signed by participating bloggers; the Peace Globe was nothing more than the desire for peace of each individual blogger. Undeniably feeble an idea. Surely, a chain of globes cannot achieve what numerous important-sounding treaties did not achieve. When the United Nations, in its third avatar, has failed; when NATO is nada; when NPT is history; when the Kyoto Protocol is worth less than a retarded rodent’s rear and Human Rights have been, er, left behind; the term ‘snowball’s chance in hell’ seems rather inadequate to describe this audacious Peace Globe idea. Prometheus himself has participated in some high-sounding global treaties and world forums. He has seen enough to believe his former superior officer who termed these events as ‘Meeting-Eating-Cheating’ charades. Prometheus did tell Mimi that this Peace Globe thing was ‘like digging a tunnel to China armed with a plastic spoon’.

But Prometheus did participate in the Peace Globe venture. Why? There is a proverb in Hindi that means ‘even a twig is assistance to a drowning man’. When the sun is blotted out, even a firefly seems dear. For Prometheus, the Peace Globe was not just a symbol of his derision for war of the military kind. It also symbolized his prayer for a world where we treat each other with respect, with equality, with justice. A world where we have rid ourselves of hidden agenda, of malice, of superiority over another race or religion, of our selfish traits and of our parasitic tendencies. His dream of a clean human race, one that achieves so much more by harnessing the time formerly spent watching our backs. Like the Elf kind of Tolkien. Wise and serene. Drowning in an endless ocean of stupidity, selfishness and hate; the Peace Globe was Prometheus’ proverbial twig.

November 7 is the day Mimi chose to be Peace Globe Day. Frank Sirianni did an album of all participating globes. There are but a few globes. Nowhere near even a fraction of the number of active bloggers. But these few globes represent the wisdom of mankind. They are a shout for peace. They are proof that you can’t fool all the people all the time. They deride the idiotic excuses for war. They chant that peace is the only option. They pinch to remind us of Mutually Assured Destruction and its futility. They preach that life becomes so much better with peace. They are proof that a renaissance can and needs to be wrought. And they are proof that this renaissance has been wrought within us. A movement has started.

Prometheus is proud of the Peace Globe, proud of Mimi and proud of all contributors.

Dona Nobis Pacem