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When the last living thing
has died on account of us,
how poetical it would be
if Earth could say,
in a voice floating up
perhaps
from the floor
of the Grand Canyon,
"It is done."
People did not like it here.
Here we are, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why.
It took us so long to realize that a purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
I said good bye to me friend, hung up the phone, sat down and wrote this epitaph: "The good Earth - we could have saved it, but we were too damn cheap and lazy
We are all addicts of fossil fuels in a state of denial. And like so many addicts about to face cold turkey, our leaders are now committing violent crimes to get what little is left of what we're hooked on.
Of course it is exhausting, having to reason all the time in a universe which wasn't meant to be reasonable.
Music makes practically everybody fonder of life than he or she would be without it.
The worst thing that could possibly happen to anybody would be to not be used for anything by anybody.
--Beatrice Rumfoord to Malakai Constant
Every passing hour brings the Solar System forty-three thousand miles closer to Globular Cluster M13 in Hercules, and still there are some misfits who insist that there is no such thing as progress.
Well here you are, there it is, THIS is what it’s all about.
