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It's surely incumbent on us to move faster to try and prevent an impending disaster. Widespread destruction is surely illicit but those of high morals are fully complicit. One ponders a path where production's pervasive; our product promotion has grown too persuasive; our gadgets and gizmos distinctly delight us; the path of our passage lies deep in detritus. We now find ourselves in a sad situation, defiant of logic despite education. One might think a culture of waste so permissive might foster a climate of doubt more divisive, but we, in confusion, prefer the illusion that comes from the fusion of greed and delusion. The outside observer could be quite confused to see our surroundings severely abused, but being objective, it it isn't that pleasant observing the future consumed by the present, so we have a culture that's deeply diseased and live, for the most part, quite pleasantly pleased.
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