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How, as intelligent beings, do we forget how small in the universe we really are? We waltz around like we own everything. As thinking persons, you would think that we would have a better understanding of how things should work. Wonderful thoughts of creation and love, all so many possiblilities. But instead, we destroy things, we trash it, we make it unusable. I shutter. I can hardly imagine what is to become of this place we call home. I do not want to even phantom the mere thought. This awful state makes me feel guilty, for I am one of these thinking beings, too. And, who am I to say these things? I am not anyone. Neither are you. So, why even bother? That seems to be the popular mind frame of the moment. We can waste it away. Turn it on fire and watch it slip away until there is nothing left. Yes, we have a home. But, will our children? Will our children's children? I shutter once more. Intellligent beings, indeed |
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