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Conservation lol... We continue to **** the natural environment for little more than vanity and prestige; The clever culture of taking what we need from our own sustainable environment, has now been replaced with greed and a class system that's based on: FALSE PROFIT- (imaginary figures) Inevitable the day will come, when there's no one left to boast; who killed the most fish, cut down the most trees, dug the biggest hole, ground down the largest mountain, or who ****** up the most oil. And our small place in the great scheme of things will have become untenable;  a few fossils may remain as evidence, as to our meaningless, childish and destructive pursuits. However natural justice will eventually prevail, as the world continues with its 50 million cleaning cycle and our petulant place within the world will have little or no meaningful significance. (So my advice to you is: forget all this social climbing, find something that you enjoy doing, and do it till your dead)
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Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 6:26 AM UTC
Conservation & Politics
Conservation lol... We continue to **** the natural environment for little more than vanity and prestige; The clever culture of taking what we need from our own sustainable environment, has now been replaced with greed and a class system that's based on: FALSE PROFIT- (imaginary figures) Inevitable the day will come, when there's no one left to boast; who killed the most fish, cut down the most trees, dug the biggest hole, ground down the largest mountain, or who ****** up the most oil. And our small place in the great scheme of things will have become untenable;  a few fossils may remain as evidence, as to our meaningless, childish and destructive pursuits. However natural justice will eventually prevail, as the world continues with its 50 million cleaning cycle and our petulant place within the world will have little or no meaningful significance. (So my advice to you is: forget all this social climbing, find something that you enjoy doing, and do it till your dead)
Locusts,
Purcy
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52/M/Earth
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 6:26 AM UTC
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