Recently while exploring several visual avenues regarding the willful and careless destruction of the planet's only highly fragile biosphere, I imagined the collective panicked scream that would ripple throughout the clinging remnants of a soon to collapse planetary civilization. As I lay in bed during the middle of yet another restless and disturbed nightly sleep, I was awoken into the quiet icy cold arms of a dead still night, only to realize that one of our many cats was nudging and brushing it's lips gently against my lips cooing and purring loudly, literally kissing me in my sleep.

At that point a vision of the "Cosmic Wail" suddenly came flooding into me. I bolted up right to the edge of the bed and began feverishly thinking, in reality we, each of us, are virtually all alone in this cosmos. Although we might have loved ones, family and friends around to comfort and console us, the harden truth is, whenever "our time" comes to an end, we virtually are all alone with our personal fear of the infinite unknown abyss of encroaching eternal darkness. A reality that we try our best in broad daylight in our scurrying civilization to keep well at bay.

The thought of that complete aloneness unlocked and opened a visual door for me. I suddenly knew it was not a collective societal wail that I should be trying to depict but one that is uniquely singular, that lone wail cried out in a paved over urban forest of concrete. Individually the wails will occur and one by one they must be transformed into actions so that a truly worthy and safe planetary path can be realized and manifested.

This lament is against the many contradictions in human life and the inability we have to perceive a truthful cosmic planetary reality or our roles within it. The wail from being born and coming alive, pushed out into a planetary civilization that in many ways is exactly like Charles Dickens' character Jacob Marley in the famous story "A Christmas Carol". The walking ghost of a once warm blooded life dragging a long overbearing torturous load of past horrible misdeeds, cobbled together from a misinformed miserable life, where cruel negative actions and greedy destructive intellectual thought rule the day. All of it snagged on a long chain rattling behind an agonizing howl, the wail of eternal Hades despair.

The wailing is for our planet and our total denial of its genuine organically purposed reality that enfolds and supports us. It is against the blatant insaneness of our modern industrialized civilization for ultimately in the end bullying this little cosmic home, and literally kicking and beating it to death, the very thing that gave us all our lives. It is against our massive murderous killing fields, against our willful wildlife destruction, against our ongoing planetary holocaust, and finally against our inability to know simple truths and eradicate our always ill informed dismissive human arrogance.

We have been patiently and endlessly suckled, each one of us at the wet dripping nipples of planetary life with "motherly" care and endless millennium long preservation. In the end we will be ultimately wailing out loud for our Mother.