Anthracite: (n) coal of the hard variety that contains relatively pure carbon
Occasionally I find myself waxing philosophical, for which I truly apologize.
It’s not that opinions are like assholes, it’s more that opinions make assholes.
At least that’s my opinion.
So I pre-apologize for what I’m about to share, even though I think there’s much validity to the idea. Sometimes I think we forget that for “everything there truly is a season.”
For instance, for one time in our existence as a planet, we needed coal.
Brave workers went into the heart of the earth to extract this treasure so that we could fuel our lives and progress the human race beyond the escapades of mere fire.
Many of them gave their lives.
It was a season of coal.
But the truth of the matter is, as we learn to be more expansive, we as people might stumble upon ideas that are improvements, and rather than being sentimental to concepts that have “aged out,” we cling with a maudlin sense of loyalty.
I have this abiding belief that everything in life has been placed on this planet with two purposes. Often the first function is very obvious, but when that viability wears out, we should be prepared to find the additional goal intended for the object.
There are so many examples of this that I shall not bore you. Matter of fact I would encourage you to take this simple notion and study it for yourself rather than having me expound upon it in an attempt to convince.
But this is what I feel about coal: in the 21st century, to have men and women don hard hats and go into the core of the earth to extract this rock of interest seems both antiquated and unnecessary.
Yet for it to become completely unnecessary, we must do two things that the human race pursues with reluctance:
- Actually stop mining coal and find a less destructive and debilitating alternative.
- In the meantime, let our scientists find that second anointed purpose for this valuable substance.
Without this kind of wisdom, we generally work an idea until it’s exhausted and falls apart or we prematurely abandon a good gift and cast it aside.
Can we learn?
Can we realize that oil lamps were once the rage and very valuable for lighting up our streets, but when we took the time to allow Thomas Edison to illuminate our minds, we found a better way?
We also found other uses for oil.
I am optimistic.
For truthfully, my dear friends–I would rather end up being a fool who believes in human beings instead of a cynic, trying to explain my sarcasm to God.
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