Sunday, 9 March 2014

The Stob. 752 metres. Braes of Balquhidder.

Another hill on the baggers list to capture last Saturday. The Stob sits in a rough area of undulating empty land between the Crianlarich Munros of Cruach Ardrain and Ben More on one end and Ben Vorlich above Loch Earn on the other. This was part of Rob Roy Macgregor's territory back in the day and he lies buried here in a modest plot in nearby Balquhidder. Maps 57 Stirling and 51 Loch Tay cover this area.
http://www.rampantscotland.com/famous/blfamrobroy.htm

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We parked near Tulloch where a small car park and forestry road leads up towards the Stob. Although they may be called the Braes of Balquhidder that usually denotes rough but easy hills, usually near a population centre. Braes are trustworthy hills with a friendly,grassy feel to the name normally, whereas these have a more dramatic edge with numerous large cliffs, gullies and a bleak, remote atmosphere to them. In mid winter conditions they do not feel forgiving in any way and we never spotted any other humans on our walk over the hills...or deer or sheep....just two ravens.
Looking across Loch Voil towards Creag Mhor and Ceann na Baintighearna. There seemed to be a fair dump of snow on these hills when we arrived and conditions higher up looked a bit wild but it was an improving forecast so we headed off.
The easiest way up seemed to be to follow the track until it climbed out the forest then over a stile (or through an unlocked gate) which allowed access onto the open pastures. We made for this notch near the bottom of the ridge. We, being Myself, Alex, Graeme, Alan and David. Seen here below.

It was a good way up and not too hard on the body as wading through deep soft snow right from the off is very draining.
Alan pointing out some interesting feature to Alex, halfway up the hill.
Looking over in the direction of Meall an Fhiodhain and Creag MacRanaich, some of the other nearby "Braes." The light and shade over the area was very dramatic throughout the day as fierce snow squalls followed by sunlit patches dappled the heights.

One zoom of another peak in the district just glimpsed soaring upwards in a moment of bright sunshine before it disappeared again under dark clouds. Conditions underfoot were starting to get tricky here. No need for crampons as the snow was soft --- knee to waist deep in places. Several times we fell down a hole into an invisible burn running below as the snow was so deep you couldn't tell where they were half the time.
A view of the summit ridge heading in the direction of Loch Voil. I noted the spindrift flying off the cornice--- always a sure sign of a howling gale once on the ridgeline and so it proved.
Getting a bit higher.
A zoom of the soft cornice ready to slide off into the glen below.
Alex heading upwards. No burns running here. This is near the summit. Although sheltered all the way up it was so cold on top of this exposed ridge that after reaching the summit everyone decided to bail back out the way they had arrived, leaving Alex ( who had wanted to walk back to the car along the ridgeline ) to find his own way back. After a few disbelieving howls when he saw us scampering off he reluctantly gave up that idea and returned to the fold. Being damp by now under soft melting snowdrifts my feet and hands (although encased in gloves and boots) remained frozen until we got back onto open grassland again so I made the right choice for me personally. The coldest hill day by far this winter we have experienced yet and a real blast from the arctic- windwise.
Descending again, following our own footsteps down the ridge.
Further down, standing just above a band of hidden cliffs, then the main trench leading to lower snow free ground. Good to have a full carload to break trail.
Atmospheric light to end the day. We stopped off at the Kings House Hotel just off the A84 to find out it seemed to have been taken over and revamped since the last time we paid a visit. It was now called Mhor 84 and seemed to be catering for a different class of customer altogether. As I can cook and enjoy my own meals every time I rarely eat out in restaurants so it was never going to appeal to me. It was very busy with passing car traffic though and is on the Rob Roy Way and cycle route 7.
Maybe it's just me that thinks a slice of home made cake for £8 and a miniature glass coke bottle for £2 is a bit steep yet it's listed here as a good budget hotel. I can buy an entire and very tasty cherry cake or large apple pie out of my local supermarket for £1 .. and often have. Also four litres of coke for £2 (on offer every few weeks) which would have filled that miniature bottle 20 times over at least so I didn't buy the cake obviously. Mhor 84 seems to be trying to cater for a variety of customers- from hill walkers, to passing motorists to upmarket clientele but the place just left me feeling despondent. The old hotel was never a favourite spot anyway but is this high end establishment the only way forward for pubs and restaurants these days? Someone must think £8 is good value for a portion or else they wouldn't sell it.
http://mhor.net/mhor84-motel/

 
I waited until I was home then made my own delicious meal of spaghetti, mince, mixed spice sauce, carrots, onions, turnip and cherry tomatoes and I enjoyed every free mouthful in the salubrious hovel of my house.
I also read an interesting article recently from America describing the changing trends in retail business patterns published by companies selling products to the general public which may be relevant here. It would seem there is no such thing as the middle class or average earners nowadays in America and most companies have adapted to sell either cheap or high end products. The middle range customer seems to have evaporated from the industry. It's probably much the same here as we now have thriving new classes or subgroups of individuals appearing in the landscape -The Food Bank poor who seem to be an accepted part of everyday life now in Britain as they often get portrayed in TV soaps these days ...in the UK...the 7th richest country in the world... or so we are told by the privileged minority that have access to this wealth of nations and who often laugh at food banks as a myth created by the opposition. (Edwina Currie and various others recently on TV suggested there wasn't any genuine need for them in Britain.) Then we have the new working poor on low paid, zero hour, or part time contacts who have to watch what they spend with more than a few looking down enviously on the unemployed as thieving lazy spongers. ( Less than 1 % of the actual benefits bill comes from fraud as most people on the bottom rungs are still annoyingly honest which only shows up the ones at the top even more. (The Poor. Damn their outdated moral code which they still cling to like a comfort blanket!). I wonder if it's less than 1% with their hand caught in the cookie jar on the highest rungs too? Didn't think so somehow-besides they'd just call it creative management skills.... or loophole benefits, legitimate expenses and tax avoidance perks. - The unlucky, disabled or vulnerable in our society who have been sanctioned and are free of the luxury of money until they get reinstated at some future date- that's another growing group-The folk who have done really well out of the recession and think nothing of paying over the odds as the good times only got better for them. Yet another subculture of our times.
 
Oh and the Atos Class of the last few years. I almost forgot all the folk that need help to have a bath, get up and down stairs, struggle to walk without breathing difficulties, have a terminal illness, or cant remember where they are half the time- that have now been declared cured and fit for work by this French company who are paid large sums by the government to assess their claims. Many have already died... either from stress or from the long term, well documented, illness that qualified them as disabled in the first place but of those that remain, roughly 40% have won their appeals which incidentally, costs the tax payer £50 million a year at present. That's on top of an alleged one third of a billion pounds paid by this government to this private company (it's very hard to get any real full figures for this anywhere) which in some areas has had 70% of its judgement rulings overturned on appeal. I wonder how much money has actually been saved during this pointless exercise. Yes, the benefits system may have needed an overall but it's hard to believe this modern state sponsored Spanish Inquisition was the best they could come up with and has been allowed to get this far without any real political argument against it. How about bringing the workhouses back again? Most Victorian's that didn't have to live in them loved those big dark institutions down the road. Bet they made a decent profit as well from others misery and misfortune.
http://www.heraldscotland.com/news/home-news/demand-for-fairer-benefits-tests-as-two-die-1.1085915
Atos Healthcare recently announced they would like to end their W and P contract in the UK due to increasing levels of bad publicity over some of their decisions. They are a massive company and supply IT and Office Solutions plus other equipment worldwide so they do not want their reputation tarnished by holding onto one poisoned chalice past its sell by date. Will our own government follow suit though or will it just be business as usual under a different hired gun and company? Believe it or not I do attempt to keep politics out of hillwalking posts normally but sometimes you have to stand up and be counted when few others seem bothered if they are not immediately affected by any changes. My sense of fair play kicks in and I have to say something if I see someone getting punched repeatedly without any obvious reason behind it. It's human nature to want to get involved to balance things up but it's more a hatred of bullying and intimidation in general than any class warfare on my part. Money always seems to flow out the treasury in abundance for certain favoured key projects yet the pot is eternally empty for many others looking inside. It appears to only flow out in certain directions so I suppose it depends who is looking into it at the time. Horn of Plenty scenario for the right fingers dipping in but rows of sharp teeth for others. A bit like North Sea Oil when it was first discovered and that, (according to many in Westminster at that time) would only last Britain a few short years and so wasn't worth arguing over who actually owned the rights to the full barrels being sold every minute. Same old story for North Britain then. If we are all so lazy, untruthful, and workshy in Scotland and Anti Tory to boot why do they want to keep us so badly? You would think they would be eager to offload us as a liability. Interesting article here.
http://www.heraldscotland.com/comment/columnists/memo-to-danny-alexander-the-very-things-that-make-london-rich-make-us-poor.23633041
I've suspected for some time now that all recessions work very nicely if you are in charge of the lifeboats and the safe deposit boxes and that any austerity drive is merely a convenient way for the few to race ahead of the many yet again.... while the vast majority stand dumb, silent and cold, enduring a life spent up to their arse in mud and shit that someone else has produced then buggered off to leave us standing in the mire.... Ah! That must be "the big society" I've heard so much about then? How do I join and trouser my share of the winnings now that "we are all in it together"?



On a completely different subject this influential cult film has cheered me up on several occasions over the years since it first came out. It is only a fantasy, but somehow it inspires and brightens up the darkest of days for me. Do not try this at home children. Playing with fireworks can be dangerous unless it's at a carefully supervised event with the right level of adult participation. :o)



 and then the main meal is served. My kind of restaurant and value for money service. This is a film based on a imagined dystopian right wing totalitarian society of course but the words somehow ring true and who knows what the next 30 to 40 years have in store for us all. Life can be full of surprises at times :o)


Friday, 21 February 2014

Knock Of Crieff. Milquhanzie Hill. Laggan Hill.Famous Grouse.Lady's walk. Crieff and Monzie.

 This is one from a couple of weeks back. A sunny day dawned but one with a bitter cold wind at higher levels. The forecast suggested that the highest peaks would be prone to spindrift and arctic like conditions so a lower level alternative seemed like a better option for this sunshine enthusiast.
I had a cunning plan to weave three shorter hill walks of modest height into a longer one of great variety and interest in an area I had passed through many times but never walked around. Crieff. This is the well known main street, above.   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crieff

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Today it's a fairly prosperous and busy town on the northern edge of the fertile and lush Strathearn and sits at a crossroads of central Highland and eastern highland mountain districts. It has certainly enjoyed a colourful history over the years and was once notorious as a savage and unruly frontier town where only the bold arrived and stayed for any length of time.
The first of the great mountain strongholds start just north of Crieff :- The Lochearn group, The Ben Lawers Range, The Kinloch Rannoch peaks and the Atholl/ Beinn a Ghlo group rise in rocky waves surrounding the town  in a semi circle with various glens, ancient pathways and drove roads all heading towards it. This made it a wealthy place and a gateway in former times, as for hundreds of years it was where the highland clans did business with the lowlands.
Crieff started out as a livestock/cattle town where highlanders brought their surplus half wild black cattle to market hoping for a good price. It also attracted dodgy dealers, cattle and horse thieves, murderers, wanted men and groups and clans with bad blood between them with old scores to settle. The gallows and hanging trees around the town did brisk business back then and the sight of a row of swinging corpses helped subdue anyone else thinking of causing trouble.
 This might also explain why most of the town of Crieff was burnt to the ground during the early 1700s by returning highlanders after the thwarted Jacobite rebellion--- and was just saved from suffering a similar fate at the last minute during the 1745 rebellion. They obviously liked the sight of the town burning to a cinder so they must have harboured a strong grudge against it back then. Or maybe it was the price they received for their cattle at the market.
Now it's a prosperous looking place filled with affluent homes, holiday accommodation, guesthouses and hotels centred around its colourful history, the surrounding scenery of Perthshire, and the Famous Grouse distillery at nearby Glenturret. As its situated across several rolling ridges it's a pretty place to look at. The Hydro can be seen in the photo above. Large building- centre top. In many aspects it's similar to Bearsden, Newton Mearns, Bridge of Weir and Kilmacolm with its visual weave of large houses and woodland setting climbing on or over a ridge- districts I also like... both for photography, period architecture and interesting walks, as the lanes, back streets, gardens and mansions are usually stunning- particularly in spring and summer.
The walk starts just above Crieff Hydro in a layby under the Knock. From here various paths run up
to the summit and a good view is had over a large chunk of Perthshire.( The Big Tree Country.) It was just Ron and I on this outing but we did see several dog walkers and a few mums with expensive, go anywhere, large tyre prams jogging past.( that's how I know its posh here as only posh mums jog around country lanes with mountain bike tyre prams. It's been a familiar sight in the Home Counties parks and certain London suburbs for many years whenever I've been visiting Kent and Surrey.)
Star Wars actor Ewan McGregor was brought up in Crieff and attended Morrison's Academy before finding fame in Hollywood .Likewise fellow actor Denis Lawson (who is his uncle and also attended Morrison's Academy as a Crieff local) with a huge back catalogue of film and TV credits over many decades to his name- so it's obviously in the blood.
Soon views opened up over the surrounding uplands which had a fair dump of snow on them. It looked freezing over on the heights but we were fine down here at 278 metres. Out of the wind it felt like a spring day with 8 hours of unbroken sunshine.
Milquhanzie Hill, at 350 metres, looked an inviting small peak to bag as well so we headed for that next via the Shaggie Burn and Monzie castle. This is still a private residence but guided tours at certain times can be arranged. It's an impressive building.

From here we followed a minor road back to the A822 then climbed up the side of Milquhanzie Hill which proved to be an excellent viewpoint.
A view of it from the Knock above Kate Mc Nieven's Craig. I found out after I got home and looked it up ---why it got its name. Her sad and brutal tale here. Reminds me of "The Crucible"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kate_N%C3%AD_Cnaimh%C3%ADn
Ron climbing up to the summit.
Getting closer now.
A view back towards The Knock- Laggan Hill just visible behind The Knock. We would go on to climb this as well. It turned out to be a long day.
 On the way back we took minor roads  leading past The Ibert and Monzie which is a small but beautiful hamlet with its waterwheel, tumbling Shaggie Burn and ancient Packhorse bridge.
 The landscape around here is dotted with numerous standing stones, cairns, circles, forts, earthworks and  antiquities dating from Roman and  Pictish times. Also visible all along this minor road past Mains of Callander are what appear to be drumlins or eskers or at least some type of large glacial moraine deposits.
These low mounds of earth appear all along this shallow glen. This is a view looking back at The Knock. Sheep enjoying the day long sunshine as much as we were.
More wave like mounds of earth rising in height. Very unusual and interesting scenery throughout this walk- most of it could also be done on a bike using the network of minor roads.... or a large all terrain tyre pram. Wonder if anyone has written a pram guide yet to adventurous exploring? Why should new mummies be left out of any adventure I say!  :o)
Next came a visit to the Glenturret Distillery. Reputedly Scotland's oldest and home of the Famous Grouse. It is the most visited distillery in Scotland which I was unaware of until now.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Famous_Grouse
The distillery. Beyond this point it's tour guide only territory. The path down to the burn and back towards Crieff exits left here.
After paying a visit to this huge sculpture of the grouse we took said path down the side of the Turret Burn which led us into Crieff at Dalverk, where we then cut down towards Laggan Hill via the main public park.
Like everything else in Crieff it sits on a slope but this only adds to its attractions as its a lovely green oasis that makes the most of its steep setting, woods, tumbling stream and meadow area.
At the end of the park we found this helpful info board which recommended Lady Mary's Walk, a pleasant riverside ramble  beside the swollen and impressive River Earn which is still lined with large beech trees.
In Victorian and Edwardian times this was a popular outing for the elegant upper classes to be seen strolling along here and it's still popular today with local dog walkers, weekend ramblers and family groups. We however, had a hill to do and the numerous ups and downs were taking a severe toll on our legs. It seemed a long, long way to Laggan hill along that riverside path and each step took us further from the car.
Eventually we topped out on the summit and were rewarded with a view of the sun going down behind Crieff. We still had a descent back down into civilization then a punishing re-climb back up past Morrison's Academy and the hydro again. It was almost a ridge too far.You need to be fit to live in Crieff.  Closer view of the Hydro below. It's an impressive building when water torture and a Spartan approach to heath and fitness encouraged folk to sample its delights from the inside of  a cold water jet room. Today's guests get pampering weekends, golf, horse riding, fishing and whisky tasting treats instead as a "treat them mean- keep them keen" policy fails to attract many votes nowadays.
By this point we were absolutely dead on our feet. Every step back uphill was an effort and we reached the car just as darkness fell over the layby. It's a long time since we've been so shattered after a walk. Maybe two hills would have been a better option as adding the third was really tough.
A great walk- good company in Ron- and bags of interest throughout. Cant ask for better.

Sunday, 9 February 2014

Cruach an t Sidhein. Luss Hills. Loch Lomond

One of the nice things about other folk picking the walk is it can be a bit of a magical mystery tour as to where you end up. A full car load of Graeme, David, Sandra, Alan and I left the sleepy metropolis after a dawn start and headed for Luss. I had to look up Cruach an t Sidhein as I didn't have a Scooby Doo where it was  but was pleased to find out it was one of the Luss hills on the left bank of Loch Lomond. It was also one I hadn't climbed before so that was a bonus. It was also a cracking day of course. Having sold my soul to the Devil in childhood I expect nothing less in return. I call him daddy and he lets me tickle his horns and tail :o)
David, Alan, and Sandra walking up a wet track in Glen Luss. Graeme parked his car at the end of the single track winding up Glen Luss, halfway up Loch Lomond at the last small parking bay. From here the last farm up the Glen is reached. Do not go through this farm as it has a heavy posse of free running dogs who might not be pleased to see you there. Don't ask how I know this :o)
Instead, take a signposted stile on the right just below the farm, over the fence, then follow a boggy path until you reach this track above the farm, thus avoiding the dogs.

From here a long walk up the now deserted glen on a fairly decent path leads you to the summit of  Cruach an t Sidhein. The Luss hills are deceptive and you tend to dismiss them as easy as they have no Munros in their number but we all found this a tough walk. About 14 kilometres round trip. It can be done from the other side but it doesn't look as scenic or adventurous as that side is forestry plantation. Considering it's only a half hour's drive from Glasgow it's a very wild and empty glen in its upper section. The summit had six inches of fresh snow plastered on it from the night before which gave the area an extra appeal.

Looking across Loch Lomond towards Balmaha district.
 As we climbed higher the islands in Loch Lomond started to make an appearance.
 And then the seaplane flew over right above us. As I've said before I honestly don't envy rich folk their lifestyles at all when you can get all this for free. For a lot of city dwellers the Luss hills, The Campsies, The Kilparticks, The Gleniffer Braes and The Cathkin Braes are all easily reached by foot, train, or bus for a few meagre coins and this was our playground growing up. Every city in Scotland has access to great scenery on its doorstep but we seem to be increasingly living in a world now where a young modern generation somehow view the outdoors as boring, dirty, dangerous, cold, lifeless or irrelevant to daily life. Or take part in organized and expensive group days out en mass as if nature needs to be approached under strict guidance and rules to make it safe.  It's the exact opposite. It's the greatest free gift you will ever receive. Common-sense makes it safe. Start on the easy low landscapes first in good weather then build up. Don't sit down on snakes.

I still remember, (and still get today) that same thrill of exploration crossing these modest local hills.... and you could drop me in the middle of The Rockies by small plane- The Alps-The Cuillin Ridge on Skye next week and it would not come close to matching the first time I wandered on my own across the wild empty Kilpatricks from Carbeth to Faifley or sat in the middle of the Brownside/Gleniffer Braes above Barrhead/Paisley in spring sunshine at 12 years old with my pals, listening to skylarks and yellowhammers giving it big licks overhead having walked there from my house as it was the further point on the horizon we could see from my window.( not so ecstatic on the return trip though as it seemed to take forever and we had no money for a bus, but that's life)
                                                              The Cobbler and Beinn Ime.
So much of modern life now seems to have evolved around consumers seeking small chunks of instant gratification for hard cash but these things rarely promote lasting happiness in any way. It's just a quick fix to hook in the customers but its getting to a dangerous level now when people become completely addicted to it. Fear not. A solution could be on the way. Ever heard of space weather? Can you imagine a world without mobile phones and computers? I could live without them without too much trouble as I remember my life without them but could a younger generation? Well... someday we might find out. Last week I posted a picture of the sun for a reason. I also mentioned 'bubbles', 'elemental forces', 'invisible signs affecting natural conditions on earth' ' large ocean going ships built to spend months at sea' I was only half joking. Who knows what will happen if modern technology goes down over a large area- even for a few weeks, if it takes time to get it back on again?
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-17301956
It could happen at some future date so it might be better not to put all our eggs in one basket, technology wise. Or will we be lucky?
Looking West over Cowal,  Gareloch and Loch Long.
The new full moon appearing over the side of the hill.
Looking across towards Argyll and the magnificently rocky range of little peaks that are ironically misnamed Argyll's Bowing Green. A great day out with fine company.

Years ago I used to get album CD's out the library. Not so much now as you only get a week to listen to them which is too short in my case. For me finding a great album, song, book, film, sculpture or discovering a great new ( beautiful, audacious or just plain crazy) building or idea makes life worth living.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Habitat_67 This is worth a look.
 So much of our existence is taken up with mundane but necessary routine tasks we all perform that it's easy to feel like an unimportant cog in a vast uncaring machine at times and anything that lifts you out of that ennui ( you can tell I used to listen to Lou Reed songs- a great lyric writer) to a higher plane, if only temporarily, is a gift.
Not expecting much, but always hoping, I stuck on the Guillemot's CD 'Through the Windowpane' as I was driving through to Edinburgh in the early dark of a winters morning. I didn't know anything about the band which is sometimes the best way as it comes as a bigger surprise. I'm very picky about music but after five minutes travelling along the motorway I thought "hey this is actually good! I really like this!" Just the lyrics alone fired my imagination. Clever, vividly descriptive and dripping with imagery. After ten minutes I knew I was listening to an exceptional CD- full of well crafted but unusual ballads and love songs.one after another. and I'm not usually a love song person. I detest 'Rom Coms' and 'Chick Lit' fluff unless its good enough to actually transcend the genre.
This song came on just as the morning sun climbed over the Pentland Hills in a wash of flaming crimson and I had a full on epiphany. For a joyful five minutes it lifted me out of the ordinary routine and straight above the rainbow. Music, books, films, art, ideas, landscapes and certain entertainment in general can do that. When I came back down to earth my first thought was  "Damn- I wish I'd written that."
Everyone has there own ideas on what's special however and many will not get this at all so I keep posting these videos for the odd one who might just think "Wow" at the end of it instead of thinking "He's still got shite taste in music" Hello Alex :o) which is why I always try to pick interesting  videos as well. " He's still got shite taste in videos too." Alex again :o)))


Saturday, 1 February 2014

Elemental Actions. Fire,Bubbles,Ice,Animals,Giants

                                                My Kingdom of Heaven Has no God
             But it is beautiful just the same                   
                                                Instead, a Queen on her silver throne
                                         Sends out her angels to decorate the realm
                                         Who breathe on the land in winter's grip
                                    And leave subtle signs behind to show she's there
                                          (Bird fossil sculpture carved in ice)
                                                     But only for those who can see
                                      She's no stay at home Queen but rides the land
and only her subjects understand
                                         When she passes among us or stays for tea
                And in that moment wondrous sights unfold- like sand dunes in the sky for me
                                            All know her name, be they be good or bad
                      And Gods And Angels Sigh                              
       For those that cherish her- love her ways                 
                         Nox Angelica and Ra entwine- under the table of Isis to chart the years.
                                            she kisses the sun- the decades are hot 
                                        when she leaves no lipstick- the cold returns   
                                           her passion ignites the spots on our sun           
   
                                    Sometimes the human view of her is very blurred
                               But humans only miss their water when the well runs dry
                                      Treat her well and she will be your friend- for life
                                               The gifts she brings can fill the world
                                        Or shatter it like glass- So beware her wrath.
                                          as the signs she's upset are already there
                                                   I know for certain that she exists
                                                      I believe in giants you see.
                                         I believe in a world where people can be stars
                                        That light up the cosmos and the void in-between.
                           So we walk in the darkness together and look over her realm
                                                   In her city on the edge of the sea
All photos best viewed full screen.
 
 
Always liked this song by lamb but it didn't have a decent video until now. A perfect fit for this post
as it's on a similar theme- of the human race as a collective entity focusing too much, as usual, on the wrong issues and finding itself locked into a cut throat competition for dwindling resources of water,food, metals, and land- whether they like it or not, while new technology products- most of which we don't actually need but are persuaded to buy anyway as it fuels the economy- drain even more of the world's resources. Will we have a 'Bonfire of the Vanities' and come to our senses before it's too late or fight over the last rainforest for its timber and precious metals underneath to make smart phones and garden fences. I'd like to believe the lyrics in this song but past history says otherwise. By the way-ever wondered why the billionaires now are commissioning massive ocean going ships that could be entirely self sufficient or why we are still determined to explore other planets at huge cost for so little in return? Well...it's always prudent to prepare an escape plan- or an Ark-if you can afford it and most of these folk didn't get where they are by being dumb :o)