Afraid of Change

Our need for permanence is tearing us apart.

We bury our dead in impenetrable caskets.  We inject-tighten-taper-nip-tuck-stitch our way to the appearance of youth, nothing but a snapshot of something we once were.  We protect old man-made structures—historical markers, we call them—as we destroy entire ecosystems.  We fill our planet with every manner of photographs, art, technology, literature, anything that will allow us to live just a little bit longer as we are right now.

Beaver dams crumble.  Anthills eventually wash away.  Bird's nests serve their purpose and then rejoin the earth. 

This is supposed to be an age of innovation.  Why is it that we are so afraid of change?