This a timely warning of the long-dreaded “tipping point that is upon us now. But it begs a huge question: if our climate system has gone into an accelerating runaway feedback loop of fibrillation between catastrophic extremes (flooding and wildfires; blizzards and droughts; polar vortices and scalding heat waves, etc.) there’s nowhere to run, and the future will be a hellscape beyond imagining, as our agriculture collapses and our supply lines collapse as well. A global die-off is sure to follow—the inevitable consequence of any species proliferating exponentially until it grossly exceeds its carrying capacity.
So what CAN we do if there’s nowhere to run (that will not already be swamped with hungry and destitute refugees from everywhere else)?
Two choices present themselves. (1) suicide—the easy way out; (2) growing gardens, growing community, and growing awareness right where we are (unless where we live is in imminent danger from the next weather catastrophe, in which case moving is advisable, as you suggest). I choose the latter: every backyard is a potential veggie plot. And collaborating with our neighbors enables us to make new friends, learn and teach new skills, heal our topsoil, and create a resilient local culture that can—just possibly—survive the coming apocalypse and sow the seeds of a more intelligent, adaptive, and symbiotic culture to replace it. Or not. (“You may call me a dreamer, but I’m not the only one…”)