Either way, sabers gonna rattle and rocks are gonna get thrown some more.
Really big rocks, that happen to be made of high-explosive and are attached to rockets.
I don't think most people are aware that the Grand Solar Minimum is coming, even though it's being reported more and more, and the effects are becoming more clear, with
74 degree swings in two days(It was 106 in Woodward, OK yesterday and it's going to be 32 degrees tomorrow night) and
farmers committing suicide as freak hailstorms decimate their entire holding and prevent them from ever repaying their debts.
There will be war. As more and more farmland is lost and we currently don't have the greenhouses/vertical farming to replace it, the nation-states will go to war to protect dwindling food supplies, as well as to ensure they're on top of the dogpile when the blizzards start in earnest. I am willing to sacrifice everything to build the capacity we need, across the world. I know that I can't prevent the war, no matter how fast I work. I'm just focused on saving as many of us as possible.
I will not give up. There's no point. Even if it gets me killed, so what? I was going to die/be killed anyway, and to shy away from something because it's dangerous is antithetical to life; every moment I have paid attention to life, I have glimpsed what it means to hope against all odds, to fight death and live. Honestly, it's better than trying to integrate into this awful system that cares more about shiny things than their own families. And don't get me wrong, I don't have a death wish. Honestly gardening/farming isn't even that dangerous of a trade anyway, so it's probably the safest thing to do: people won't hate you for helping to grow plants (unless it's Weed and they drank the Tricky-Dickonade).
We can do anything that we imagine, truly. We are almost at the point where technology and magic are indistinguishable and honestly, true to every plot that's been in every story, the climax is suspenseful and it's unclear if we will make it to the future or not. That's the point where the protagonists throw away all their paradigms and look honestly at the situation and either strike at the heart, succeeding, or fail at the critical moment.
But yes, enough flowery talk. Our cousins are dying faster by the day. We must help them. I will help them. I will help us.