This is my home. Earth is where I live. I have almost 8 billion friends. I just haven't met them all yet. I have renewable loans of kindness. My collateral is love. I am a rich man. The solar system is my neighborhood. We play interplanetary baseball games Sunday afternoons. Beyond Pluto is infinity. We take hikes out there. It's fun, but one can get tired. I am worried about my home. My friends often get into fights, often so bad they **** each other. Friends are not supposed to **** each other. Children, little kids, don't have enough to eat, so much so they starve to death. So many of my friends have no place to live. They have to lie on cardboard boxes folded in half that they put on hard, often cold, cement sidewalks when they try to sleep. So many of my friends don't know how to read or write. When they get sick, there is no doctor to see. The air is hard to breathe. The water tastes funny. Often they feel hopeless, so hopeless they **** themselves to end their misery. They are your friends, too, but they feel you have forgotten them. What an awful feeling, what an awful life.

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