If you’re curious about Mr. Vonnegut’s thoughts concerning our relationship with fossil fuels (that is the topic that I try and focus on here) Rolling Stone quotes him in an interview in 2006 saying,
I'm talking about us killing the planet as a life-support system with gasoline. What's going to happen is, very soon, we're going to run out of petroleum, and everything depends on petroleum. And there go the school buses. There go the fire engines. The food trucks will come to a halt. This is the end of the world. We've become far too dependent on hydrocarbons, and it's going to suddenly dry up. You talk about the gluttonous Roaring Twenties. That was nothing. We're crazy, going crazy, about petroleum. It's a drug like crack cocaine.
But to see him through such a small window does his life no justice. He wrote with reckless abandon, but not without purpose, about all sorts of things and sometimes seemingly about nothing at all. He and I shared a common hero, Mark Twain, of whom he once spoke saying, “Mark Twain, finally stopped laughing at his own agony and that of those around him. He denounced life on this planet as a crock. He died.” Vonnegut said in the RS interview last year, “Please, I've done everything I was supposed to do. Can I go home now?' That's what I feel right now. I've written books. Lots of them. Please, I've done everything I'm supposed to do. Can I go home now?”
Yes you can, and thank you for your life. You are already missed.
-Kurt Vonnegut (Nov 11 1922 – Apr 11 2007)