Monday, March 16, 2026

Coming to Terms With Limits Before It's Too Late

 So it goes. I finished another book this morning. As I reflect on it, I recognize it is one of number recently read that overlap a growing area of both scholarly and activist interest. Lots of energy and synthesis between them all. I can't adequately summarize each of these I'm reflecting on from the pile of books read over the last six months, but I want to try and to speak to the collective, even if distinctive, voices and emphases. 

 The  one finished this morning by Jon Erickson is The Progress Illusion: Reclaiming Our Future from the FairyTale of Economics. Erickson, a professor of economics at the University of Vermont, has essentially given us history of the field up to recent times intertwining his own learning path which has included being past president of the U.S. Society for Ecological Economics. The Progress Illusion is a very readable for the lay reader. His literary style is obviously informed but also easy to digest. He challlenges the underlying myth of endless growth upon which capitalism is fashioned. He weaves the various famous names of economists from Adam Smith to Karl Marx, from John Maynard Keynes to Milton Friedman and Herman Daly and many in between and since. His book culminates in a final chapter, "A New Economy" that paints both a direction and a path that we might choose to help build.

 To be honest, I didn't go looking for Erickson's lucid tome. In fact I was in search of a different tome, The Future is Degrowth: A Guide to a World beyond Capitalism by two European economists, Matthias Schmelzer, and Andrea Vetter, and translated by Canadian economist Aaron Vansintjan. This one held great promise, but I was stifled by the tone and lingo used to describe a facet (degrowth) of new economic interest to me.

What led me to that title was another excellent read, Christopher Jones, Invention of Infinite Growth: How Economists Came to Believe a Dangerous Delusion. Jones, an economic historian reviews in great detail  how the concept of growth evolved across society and embedded itself in contemporary economics, even after being warned of the transgression of planetary boundaries. The chickens are coming home to roost at an accelerating speed. David Orr calls Jones' work - "Superb scholraship and writing on the most important untold story of our time."

At the end of last year I finished Ingrid Robeyn's mesmerizing  Limitarianism: The Case Against Extreme Wealth. I found it so compelling, having offered blogs on the basic idea years ago, that I bought several copies as gifts to friends and for myself to come back to. Robeyn's work was both a New Yorker  and History Today 'Best Book of the Year'. The accelerating income and wealth inequality is bringing this issue into clearer light. Robeyn, a Dutch philosopher, offers moral and economic arguments for seeking a limit on the top. Compelling indeed.

Just before I fell upon Robeyn's book off the MSU Library's new book shelf I also found Pelle Dragsted's Nordic Socialism: The Path Toward a Democratic Socialism. Dragsted, a Danish Member of Parliament reviews how the Nordic countries have each created a more equal and secure society through democratic socialism. Quite readablle, with lessons easily transferable to communities and countries elsewhere. An easy read. You need not be a political scientist or economist to get much inspiration and understanding about the different paths we could take.

The first title that brought me back to an economic focus over the past six months was Allan Todd's, For the Earth: The Case for EcoSocialism.  Todd is the only one amongst this set of authors who has been an activist trying to redirect policy away from the abyss that our domineering neoliberalism is taking us. Which brings me to another short paper that Jon Erickson co wrote with Canadian Economist, Peter Brown - that I stumbled upon when looking up info on Prof. Erickson - "How Higher Education Imperils Our Future: An Urgent Call for Action". In it, these two economists make the case that higher education is miseducating the vast number of its students in this Anthropocene age, as if the polycrises don't exist or don't matter. 

Of course, there are exceptions for some insitutions and especially many faculty from multiple disciplines who do their best to resist the dominant neoliberal position of many migher education enterprises. Brown and Erickson emphasize not only a fundamental need for an understanding of the science that best explains the workings and limits of the natural world we are part of, but also a renewed emphasis on economics, law and ethics. This brief study was written a decade ago and published by the Club of Rome, the publishers of the 1972 landmark Limits to Growth.

One additional arrow I would add to their quiver aimed at higher education would be the notion that learning about conflict resolution and how to be effective citizens and change agents in a changing world should be added to their other fundamentals. Not many schools attend to these things collectively, although some tackle one or more of them. Should you believe that the polycrises these authors address is neither of immediate or longer term concern, I would encourage you to look at the most recent Bulletin of Atomic Scientists statement on the setting of the Doomsday Clock, set at 85 seconds to midnight, even before the launching of the  war on Iran and the Middle East by the U.S. and Israel. It's the closest it has been since Einstein, Oppenheimer and others launched the Bulletin and the Clock nearly 70 years ago!

Sitting on the couch holding a lottery ticket feeling lucky won't keep us from edging closer to that abyss. 

 

Tuesday, May 27, 2025

I'm No Longer Eleven or Twenty-two (see Photo)

 

I’ve come to the realization, or at least I’ve decided, that my body is no longer capable of performing the tasks necessary to play competitive softball. Some of the joints and muscles are a bit worn, torn, or weaker than they were in my youth. I guess this is called acceptance. Should I push on and overcome it, or accept it?

 

As much as I’ve noticed the frailty of the aging body, playing softball the past two years also further awakened me to the frailty of my mind. I found it hard to concentrate, mostly when playing defense, on all the elements I needed to be aware of, to effectively respond to the play that was about to erupt. From my reaction time to when the ball hit the bat, to the judgment of  the best angle to get to the ball, whether to attempt to catch the ball in the air, or on the hop, and where was the most likely place to throw the ball, given the speed of the runners and the strength of my arm. The effort to concentrate on all this tired me out perhaps more than chasing, catching or throwing the ball.

This realization surprised me, even as I have witnessed my own cognitive decline in recent years in writing, reading and thinking. We all know people older than we are who continue to excel in one or more areas of life, beyond what we are able to do. Should we battle the aging process or accept it? Do we have the necessary ‘fight’ in us to make enough difference to overcome what aging has left us? Is what appears simply as the aging process really just our own laziness or lack of willingness to push harder to do what used to be easier? Why can’t I run a 5 minute mile anymore or a 21 minute 5 K, or…? Why can’t I train myself to remember a short poem or quotation?

I’m not sure of the most useful questions, let alone the answers. Muddled and befuddled are my two constant companions. Part of this is a response to the increasing complexity I discern in the world we inhabit. I have perhaps a greater breadth of ideas, but not near the depth required to make full sense of it. I read daily but retain almost nothing I can recall with any detail. I do sense that the engagement with the author’s ideas and their tone in sharing them does shift me in subtle ways. It may, for instance, nudge me to try to employ the sentiment I take from the reading. I hope that reading has cumulative effects, that in the selection of the things I choose to read, I feel they are feeding my better self – affirming what I hope to be true and possible and refocusing my attention to possibilities that I was either previously blind to or ignorant of.

And so to muddle on through these most fragile times for democracy, equality, ecological health propelled by knowing that others around the world are consciously choosing to try and make the world a better, kinder, and more sustainable home for all. It is this notion that Rutger Bregman’s new book, Moral Ambition: Stop Wasting Your Talent and Start Making a Difference addresses for me. His writing flows and empowers while challenging us to “feed our better wolf".

 

I should also plug a couple of other reads since the last blog post here. Roman Krznaric's History for Tomorrow is a keeper.

 History for Tomorrow - Roman Krznaric

Like Bregman, his writing is fluid, efficient, and light while exploring deeper ideas that could motivate readers to reconsider what's possible, even in these turbulent times. While I have yet to watch the entirety of it, I stumbled upon a fascinating discussion between Krznaric and Jeremy Lent, author of The Web of Meaning, a book I am rereading for the second time in six months it is so good.  

The Web of Meaning: Integrating Science ... 

Bregman makes the point, much better than I can quickly summarize, given the aforementioned cognitive decline, that knowledge or awareness is not sufficient without action. Hopefully, these three recent excellent reads have nudged me to attempt to repair what is torn and needs mended. There's a lots to choose from. Hope to see you on this journey.

A favorite poem from Denise Levertov in memory of Karen Silkwood and Elliot Gralla. We're never too old to begin.

 Beginners

by Denise Levertov

Dedicated to the memory of Karen Silkwood and Eliot Gralla

“From too much love of living,
Hope and desire set free,
Even the weariest river
Winds somewhere to the sea--“



But we have only begun
To love the earth.

We have only begun
To imagine the fullness of life.

How could we tire of hope?
-- so much is in bud.

How can desire fail?
-- we have only begun

to imagine justice and mercy,
only begun to envision

how it might be
to live as siblings with beast and flower,
not as oppressors.

Surely our river
cannot already be hastening
into the sea of nonbeing?

Surely it cannot
drag, in the silt,
all that is innocent?

Not yet, not yet--
there is too much broken
that must be mended,

too much hurt we have done to each other
that cannot yet be forgiven.

We have only begun to know
the power that is in us if we would join
our solitudes in the communion of struggle.

So much is unfolding that must
complete its gesture,

so much is in bud.

-- from