Malthus called today to say,
"I told you so." Too much us,
not enough planet. It doesn't
tale an algorithm to figure that.
I do such statistically insignificant
things as plant trees and direct
carbon dioxide their way. "This
way to the trees," I say to air.
I sealed the abode tightly
and now use those light-bulbs that
just sip electricity. None of this
will help, according to the message
left by Malthus. Theoretical doom
is no reason to give up. I called
Malthus back to tell him this, but
he was gone, back to the past.
Cardinal Newman answered
from the past instead. He asked,
"Have you tried prayer?" "Yes," I
said, "and it looks like a tree."
Copyright 2010 Hans Ostrom
An Essay on the Principle of Population