Another Question Does anyone know how to get through to all humans who instinctively grow wherever they go so whatever they do their dreams are aglow with the bold and new science to help them grow billions like me and you into this ecocidal brew, this globally warming flow of toxic industrial spew -- though a corporate view is when ego instigates ego they explore, invent and connive to compete, merge and thrive by putting on a good show to make the money grow and financially arrive feeling forever alive all so busy on-the-go the privileged few are rolling in dough, til the people shout "Whoa!" -- if any survive to do so.

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