My husband works for a large retail firm, at their headquarters, which also happens to be the location of their distribution and warehousing center.
Today, he took a tour of their new warehouse, which is, he told me, approximately the size of 20 football fields put together. Right now, it's completely empty since it has only recently been completed and is now awaiting massive influxes of imported goods. My husband described the warehouse as "the size of the one at the end of Indiana Jones. You almost can't even see the other end of it."
My husband reported that touring the warehouse started to depress him. A very abnormal state of mind for my level-hearted hubby! He said, "I started to think about the frog you found buried in your garden yesterday, living 8 inches underground. The land the warehouse covered - it used to be an ecosystem. How many frogs and animals were destroyed by being covered with concrete?" A heart-wrenching thought, if you let it get to you.
I had a similar reaction as he was talking about the warehouse, but my reaction concerned energy. What kind of insane amount of energy will it take to produce and ship these tchotchkes and kitsches from all around the world? What kind of use is that for our ancient sunlight, when we should be preserving needed energy for future generations, using it to transition to a sustainable future, frugally deciding the best and highest use for that spectacular inheritance of oil?
Instead, we just waste that precious gift, or curse, or both, in a gluttony of consumption.