Book and exhibition of insects

It is painful to watch some of the natural creatures we grew up with simply disappear. Those of us who were able to see that devastation now know that the world’s vertebrate population has fallen by up to 60% since 1970 and that the list of extinct animals today numbers in the hundreds, including amphibians, birds, fish, mammals and reptiles.

On that unequal scale, in which one board is only balanced and inhabited by man, and the other by everything else, we have already won the race, undoubtedly. In that uneven competition, the human ability to reproduce has surpassed a completely natural expectation. We have hopelessly emptied the bullet casings with which nature fought against overpopulation and we assumed that place, deciding now who will live on the ladder, not realizing that when these species die, they carry a part of us into that land that we have poisoned bit by bit.

What is the solution then?, asks the human curiosity. Is it to promote mass extermination of the male reproductive system, so that every other genus and species can be redeemed in the pyramid of existence? It’s not like that, for sure, because there are those who proclaim the need to control the population, but they no longer want to count themselves among the controlled. I believe, rather, in a true awakening of consciousness. A belated discovery of the human mind that gives you a glimpse of the sad reality: only man remains in this world. Even insects have not been able to overcome the nets of extinction laid by our own hand.

That’s the worst we throw it above us, we forget the law of gravity: Everything that goes up must come down. The trap of death that he himself propitiated will spread to man. Many will think that counting is regressive; If today we already have 8 billion digestive systems that argue about food even with ants, what will the density be like in about 70 years, when man has already crossed the barrier? irreconcilable of 10 10 billion souls? It is good to at least have doubts because their absence would mean a dangerous and fatalistic corner of resignation.

I still remember one magazine from National Geographic who predicted that the favorite food on humanity will be, in the future, insects, in the absence of other cereals. It was back in the seventies. Today, interestingly, another edition comes out that is much more recent, which tells us that this possible source of power also contributes to the condemnation and judgment of extermination; insects are also disappearing, at the rate that they are alarmed every entomologist aware, because it looks like we won’t need your trades anymore.

So what will happen to our world in 100 years? I rather ask what kind of world will we bequeath to those who will come?, because it will be more theirs than it is now ours. We can still see birds, less and less, flying in our skies; we can still sail the waters of the ever-blue seas, although the propellers swirl with those plastic wastes that are as numerous as the fish; we can still see the stars on clear nights, when gas and light pollution allow it; we can still breathe air, even though it is heavy biofuel steam, more deadly facts in the bowels of the machines that consume it.

We still can; I don’t know if I can. That world of tomorrow, which has not yet arrived, will undoubtedly be the clearest revelation of what can be predicted: the global extinction of all that exists. Even books, with their own the microfauna of the noble drills of the printed wordwho skilfully dig furrows like miners of the alphabet, and who live by books more than any wise man or scholar, will already disappear, for books will suffer the same fate as they and will die out.