I just finished reading a book about nuclear war. It is written by someone who has researched the subject extensively, gathering all the unclassified information she could find on the subject. This includes talking to several highly placed sources (retired) who had first-hand knowledge about how the nuclear deterrence is designed to work.
To the best of her ability to determine, once a triggering event is started, there is only about an hour before the world is devastated. While hundreds of millions die in the first hour or so, the remaining 95% is killed from the resulting fire storms, as a consequence of mass electrical outage or nuclear winter's cold and starvation.
It seems so close and that hanging onto the status quo (no nuclear annihilation) is extremely tenuous. It is the classic sword of Damocles hanging over our collective heads. It seems as though it could slip into destruction at any time. Based on her description, even US presidents just don't realize the gravity of the situation.
Especially troubling is the short amount of time there is to react to perceived threat of incoming missiles. In that brief time span whether key personnel are awake and coherent or not (drunk or not), in communications range or not, feeling too proud or not determines whether the world will end up as a smoldering ruin.
It is soul crushing to realize how devastatingly mad the system is. And this is where I put my primary trust and effort for the 45+ years of my life. And this knowing that God has a better alternative than. He has assignments that we should be fulfilling. I turned my back on that work and focused instead on my narcissistic pursuits. I am so damned stupid. Yet and still the poison I drank in the quest for money and power still inhibits my ability to change course.
While I spent my life paying relatively little attention to the scenery through which the bus is traveling, this book grabbed me by my ears and forced me to look forward down the way on which this bus is traveling. It is as though it is weaving drunkenly on a narrow bridge over a volcanic cauldron with the world as passengers. And there I am on top with all my valuable worldly possessions.
Of course I don't believe God would let it happen; nonetheless this is the best that mankind can do to manage ourselves apart from God. Generally, mankind does not believe that God will intervene, and yet, with the whole world at stake, he can do no better than to hold it hostage to this potential fate. How immensely stupid could I be?
More importantly, how can I fix this?


