Sometimes, in the din of mindless chants of “drill, baby, drill,” it’s easy to think that no one cares about the environment anymore.  The Trump administration, almost daily, cuts rules, regulations, budgets, agencies (or changes their purpose) established decades ago to protect our land, water, air and resources.  And yet my recent travels and exchanges, related to my new film Econoclast: Herman Daly and the Gospel of Growth (www.econoclast.film) give me hope that all is far from lost. 

The desecration of our country’s capital by Donald Trump reflects the destruction of our democracy, history, national treasures, culture and protections.  One can barely see the White House since it is now surrounded on all sides by a 9-10 foot impenetrable black fence (yes, he finally got his wall). 

In this great work of literature, there are as many rings operating as a concentric whole as there are rings around Saturn. The narrator, quasi main character, is unknowable, an eccentric crank who is obsessed with esoteric details about people, places, and things.