Climategate, a crisis of conscience.
Sometimes in a life, you have to look at where you are and what you’ve become a part of, through the very best and the most innocent of intentions, and you hate yourself. It’s not somewhere you ever wanted or intended to be, but it is what it is.
That’s where you are.
Everyone is talking about the big picture but all you can see is a different big picture, and your picture has faces to it, lots of them; silly human family faces. Everyone around you is fixated on some new Jerusalem on the oh so nearly reachable horizon or another similarly beguiling but distant mirage, but you’re looking at the human cost of achieving it.
Stay on the train, stay safe, fat, dumb and happy and screw anyone else who didn’t get aboard; or do something. You did something and by putting your life voluntarily into the danger zone, you’ve saved lives.
You are in crisis and a personal one, I can see that; there are just too many red flags in that email. There’s a limit to how much any man can take and how much can reasonably be asked of him. All the love, determination, courage and sheer guts run out in the end. There’s only so much of any of them in any one human being. The only honour is in how long you last.
You Sir, have given great service and you’ve done it uncommonly well. Look after yourself, time to rest now.