I had a thought that the crude oil underground may be providing lubrication as the Earth’s Plates move across eachother and that if we extract it all then there will be more friction, greater earthquakes thus more disturbance of the earth’s crust and more volcanos.

I followed up the thought by assuming that the gaps left when we extract crude oil, and natural gas in liquid form, must fill up with water which, though not as good at lubricating, will smooth the plate jolts a bit.

I then cast my thoughts ahead to the time when the gaps ‘below’ were so large after our extractions, that all of the water that had previously been fun to see on the surface, responded to gravity and simply vanished down like any self-respecting liquid.

I looked at the dryness and felt ill. Ill because I contributed to it by ‘being’ a consumer of the ground beneath me – the very foundations that supported my ancestors.

I then did a Google search to locate my nearest ‘New Noah’ spacecraft to take me away from the lack of water but because I had been an accessory to the crime of home planet misuse, a default message page came up, written by the big webmaster, telling me that ticket sales to planet wreckers were forbidden.

As I put my kettle on the dry dust, still no tears appeared. Like all good space travellers, I started to carve a flashy plaque to tell those that followed me that “it was cool whilst it lasted but it failed”.

I think I died without ever knowing anything of any real importance.

At the moment, I’m in limbo. My seed is just dormant – it needs just a touch of ‘precious water’ to start it growing all over again.

If you are reading this, waves or even rain would be OK … just a little, please? ~~~~~~~~~ <+))))))))>< ~~~ Grant