Oil: Monster and Treasure

From the moment when in August 1859, the dark oil liquid was hit by the fountain from under the ground in Pennsylvania, the life of mankind turned over. The era of cars and airplanes, tank armies, nylons and flights in space began.
Oil smells not only gray, but also huge, terrible money, power and mystery.
Over the Empire of Oil never comes the sun. Every day, an hour of implementation somewhere in the world is swing, driven, distilled and turn it into a variety of, absolutely necessary things. Some say: Mirisites on the oil needle. But the situation is much worse: oil is not a drug. She is the blood of civilization. Great amplifier of all - and good, and bad. Whether the gift, or the curse. "Oil is the excrement of the devil, she carries trouble, said Alfonso"s founders of OPEC.
For 125 years, humanity has spent one trillion barrels. The next trillion it is spent in just 30 years. According to some estimates, oil reserves on Earth are constituted by a little boleloid trillion barrels. Are we ready to peace without oil? What will it be? Mass hunger? War for food? Cannibalism?
Or maybe, on the contrary: the exhaustion of oil and gas is the same stimulus that will push humanity to the transition to a new, higher level of civilizational development? But an attempt can be one-sole