Humans won't advance beyond oil. We're in love with mediocrity.
Sorry, Augustine, but oil is responsible for allowing my family to get to see Old Faithful, the beauty of Yellowstone Park, the Cockrell Butterfly Garden at the Houston Museum of Natural Science, a one-on-one experience having my heart jump up into my throat when a huge Snowy Owl thought my little car being driven slowly through a snowstorm after delivering my son to the University of Wyoming after Christmas one winter's night, on the way back home to Casper. The Owl thought my car was food, and he did not know that glass separated me, his prey, from himself when he swooped down and scared the pie outta me, even though I picked up on the details of his exquisite beauty, feather for feather, piercing eyes, and sheer pluck in his mind about having a meal that night, when, his claws that tapped on my front window, let him know this moving target wasn't what he expected, so he swooped up in time to save himself from disaster his mistake caused. It took a whole tank of gas to make the 320-mile round trip to deliver my son and get back home again the same day. I wouldn't change getting to see a predatory bird in his most glorious moment for the world of money, and oil got me there as well as out of there.
Oil gave me the springboard needed for seeing the beautiful places I've been to in this world, and it gives me a way to visit family and new friends in the retirement home we moved to 10 years ago.
Oil also got me to work and back to a wonderful business I own. Every one of us could write a book on where they went because of oil. Even people who say they want to remove oil from this nation use it to go to their day job in Congress.