I woke up this morning and watched my 5 year old son sleeping, and wondered what his face would like old. And I wondered what the world that face will see will look like, long after I am gone.

There was a time I feared the end of the world would arrive with rockets and nuclear weapons. I had friends who did not want to bring children into the world because of that fear. We lived with it every day. We chose to work against it. And we did something about it. The risk may not be gone, but it is diminished.

These days I fear the end of the world will arrive with inaction and apathy. Because unlike the cold war, we are no longer dealing with a possible path to ruin that could be triggered at any moment. We are already on the path. We will only get off that path if we choose to do so.

I get up, and write a blog — a charm against the world I see when I imagine my son an old man. He sleeps on, while I go back to work, and try to shake people awake.