I have a bad habit of reading worst-case scenarios of man-made disasters. The BP Oil Spill. The Fukushima Daiichi nuclear disaster last year in Japan. Chernobyl is obvious.
I’m often terrified at our ability to abolish our own existence, so readily and easily. It is a responsibility we all hold.
It was nice to wake up to this poem/flash thingie, “Chernobyl,” in Everyday Genius, to see someone else who feels the same sense of responsibility. It’s super short, so I don’t want to excerpt too much of it, but, give yourself 60 seconds of goodness today and read it.
Somewhere in Eastern Europe there is a company that plants a crop of beets and other root vegetables on the site of the Chernobyl meltdown. These plants draw radioactive toxins from the soil like organic magnets, cleansing it.