Raised in rural east-central Illinois, I appreciate nature and the environment. I'm a father, grandfather, professional engineer-scientist, leader, scouts leader, coach, stoic, minimalist, costumer, historian, traveler, and writer.
The Population Issue first draft
I know I need to finally make myself concentrate long enough to write the comprehensive answer to the basics behind your inquiry. I've needed to do that for years. I'll only touch on the important topics here and then copy this to my growing draft that's essentially a collection of essays addressing all the issues we face.
Ascension to sky, Escaping the mortal bonds, Searching for the why.
By the Campfire
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The robbers approached cautiously. It had been a long march through the woods after they escaped with the money. No movement. No sound except water dripping from the eaves and the leaves of nearby trees. They checked the windows before they crept closer to the door. Bill opened the door slowly and peered in. Seeing nothing, he moved back slowly then pushed the door open quickly. Stillness. Nothing moved. There were no tracks in the soft ground near any of the windows or the door from whoever had lit the candle. Another storm approached. Lightning flashed. Thunder boomed. The rain would erase their tracks, so whoever followed them would lose their trail soon. The cabin was empty. Whoever lit the candle was nowhere to be seen. They decided to take shelter in the cabin for the night.