Newsweek headline shouts: "What Will be Killed" and I shudder. I shudder about all of God's beautiful and helpless creatures. Ruined. Destroyed. With the wonders of technology, comes sadness and loss of life. Because of the comfort we enjoy; we trade the well-being of wildlife. I want to bury my head. I cannot bear to look at the glaring headlines, or the coverage on the networks at night.
I buy Dawn dishwashing liquid because I fell in love with the campaign, and the contribution that was devised to quell wildlife disasters' like this one. It is said that the Exxon oil spill dwarfs this. I can't even imagine.
At this point, all the money in the world cannot undo what has happened. To live is to die, but I don't want to think about this kind of death.
I don't want to deal with how these helpless creatures now measure out the balance of their short lives. Suffering so softly; unable to complain, accepting their fate. We watch them daily fading from sight until their water-logged bodies attest to yet another catastrophy induced by humanity.
I shudder. I want to hide. I don't want to look.