Revolting against sterility
Twice each morning a huge, very noisy garbage truck comes to my apartment building, to remove the mountains of consumer packaging that come with modern life. (One is for “recycling,” the other for pure grunge.) I am indifferent to the environmental problem of landfills and the like. (They may some day make rich harvesting.) Rather I am distressed by the human environment that follows from this way of living. Our souls are being discarded piecemeal like the trash. And when they’re done, our bodies are sent, with minimal fuss, to incinerators.
A revolt, against “The Culture of Death,” would necessarily involve the rejection of almost everything that has been standardized and sterilized around us. Let’s not wait until tomorrow morning.
David Warren, Essays in Idleness, Against sterility