There is a legend about the Sea: fourty gods lived in the sky in a great blue yurt. The played with a mineral, a turkise, they let this beautiful stone fall on the earth and the Aral Sea was born.

Oxiana (the old name oft he Sea) used to be a great sea, that fell apart in many little parts. Till the 1960ies it used to be the fourth biggest sea on the earth. It is to late to speak about a regeneration and it will take propably many hundred years to reach the old status oft he sea.

But there are several more stories about our pollution of the earth to tell. What does it mean for example when 25,5 million hektar areas of vast steplands were transformed in the 1950ier and 60ies into agrar land? A monoculture has stolen several animals theit natural habitats. Should we as human being not be responsible for our alienation from mother earth? Wandering animals like the Saigas in Kazakhstan should have the possibility to eat gras from a soil that is not destructed by pestizides.

It does not make sence to be proud of one’s one intelligence because the believe in the cold human mind can lead to a disconnection from our spirutual sphere and from our flora and fauna.