In the South Pacific, there is a
small island about twice the size of Manhattan. Looking over this landscape,
are a number of stern, solemn faces. The story of these faces is whispered by
the ghosts of history, if only we would listen.
Death came to the Rapa Nui as a slow and eventual decline. The food was running
scarce and the forests were disappearing without coming back. We can imagine a
long gone population crying out over the island's rolling hills. "Why have
the gods forsaken us?" they would have cried, "Have they forgotten
us? Have they abandoned us? We cut down the trees; we make the stone statues;
why has their presence left our people?"
Even as the stone faces, imbued with sacred significance, were placed along the
coast, looking out over the distant oceans, the gods still did not return to the
Rapa Nui.
For the gods did not exist and never did. Instead, the Rapa Nui brought about
their own demise by pleading with their imaginations and depleting the only resources
available on the island. Having ravished the forests, there was nothing left
with which to construct boats. No way to leave. Instead, they were trapped with
their own poor decisions, based on fantastical illusions that should have left
them long before.
Easter Island should be a reminder to all of us that ill-founded beliefs can
cause harm. Let us learn from the lesson of the Rapa Nui.