Jamaica Observer: Nearly everyone is familiar with that line by the 18th century English poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge from his famous fantasy, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. In it the dastardly sea captain with a dead albatross around his neck after killing it can’t slake his thirst because the only water available is the salty stuff of which the ocean is made. In a way, it describes the quandary facing the human population of the world today. Our world is unique in the universe, so far as we know. …