Fourth Day of Epiphany: Ice, Ice, Baby

 

If there was a problem, yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

I never thought I would be quoting a rap song in a blog post. Maybe the multiverse intended this message for my friend, Theresa Reed, on the other side of town?

But when I drew Ice-olation, from the Osho Zen Tarot, for the fourth day of Epiphany, I kept thinking, “Ice, ice, baby.”

Dance, go rush the speaker that booms
I’m killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it, you better gain way
You better hit bull’s eye, the kid don’t play

If there was a problem, yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla
Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

It’s not just about the ice, though.

Well, it is about the ice. But it’s not just about the cold.

It’s also about the heat, and the melting of the ice. It’s about flooding and drought and famine. Again, as I said in my blog post for the third day of Epiphany, you don’t need me to tell you this. You all got the memo on climate change.

But did you read it?

Love it or leave it, you better gain way
You better hit bull’s eye, the kid don’t play

Someday there’ll be a climate change version of Martin Niemöller‘s famous poem:

First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.

Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.

Maybe it will go something like this:

First the ice began to melt at the poles. But I did not worry, because I do not live at the poles.

Then a hurricane destroyed New Orleans. But I did not worry, because I do not live in a Gulf state.

Then a tsunami hit Indonesia, India, Sri Lanka, Thailand, and the Maldives. But I did not worry, because I do not live in Asia.

Then Kiribati sank. But I did not worry, because I do not live in the South Pacific.

Then Kivalina, Newtok, and Shishmaref fell into the sea. But I did not worry, because I do not live in Alaska.

Then winter got shorter and shorter. But I did not worry, because I like warm weather.

Then the bees died, and I began to get hungry. And I realized that life as I knew it had changed, forever.

Love it or leave it, you better gain way
You better hit bull’s eye, the kid don’t play