I was always fascinated by this little story by an unknown author which I found in an anthology of Celia Haddon.
An old man walking the beach at dawn noticed a young man ahead of him picking up starfish and flinging them into the sea. Catching up with the youth he asked what he was doing.
'The starfish will die if they are still on the beach when the sun roasts them with its mid-morning heat,' came the answer.
'But the beach goes on for miles, and there are millions of starfish,' countered the old man. 'How can your effort make any difference?'
The young man looked at the starfish in his hand and then threw it to safety in the waves.
'It makes a difference to this one', he said.
That is a good answer, I think (regardless of whether it is biological truth or not).
So many people want to save the whole world. They have big words of scorn for what is going on.
And then they are not even able to keep peace in blogland, mistrusting and misunderstanding almost deliberately to find a cause of 'not getting involved'.
I am not a dreamer - I don't think that the world is all harmony - it never was.
I believe in helping a bit - and if many do that, the world will become a bit better.
Not perfect - but better.