What if we are up to our collective axels in mud? What if our political and ecological ideas, beliefs, and actions are getting us nowhere? What if we've got to get lost (on purpose) to actually move forward. What if a condition for sane progress is to first arrange for our own disappearance?

What if philosopher-poet, Bayo Akomolafe is right when he says, "The way we respond to the crisis is part of the crisis..."