A not so gentle rant

Man has always used the natural world as his larder, I have no problem with that. Man uses the natural world as his way of over-indulging his already overweight torso, and I do have a problem with that.
Gluttony is a vice; a presumption that everything on offer can go into the mouth whether hungry or not. Too much food equals excess calorific energy and that means fat, laid down in equal parts to the level of gluttonous overload.
How different the world would be if we all ate only to our needs. Still enjoying our food, but in proportion to our activity and requirements.
How little some would find themselves eating; how much smaller, children's portions would become, when the overindulgent parents no longer fed them 'for two'. How much more food there would be in the food chain of our oceans and forests; how much smaller the fields, the shops.
How much fitter the world.

Finding my bearings

Whenever I have been to Folkestone, sea mist has masked the proximity of Dover and Dungeness; it sat in its own space separated from everything associated with it. I knew the immediate area, but had no idea of placing that within the known world.
One evening the mist lifted and the lights appeared as if by magic; I could clearly see the docs at Dover, the power station at Dungeness, and I believe, the lights of France.
When a problem is appearing to have no solution everything is surrounded by a fog, you just cannot see which way is up. We have to wait for that mist to lift and when it does, we can take a fresh look at the real horizon.
The mists returned the next day, but by then I had my bearings, and knew the layout of the land.