EARTH ABOUNDS with faulted blessings of life like the useful curse of a knife to kill and cut up your food respectively kind and crude, you chew, swallow and digest hoping again for the best creative energy to dream a working financial scheme for a corporation elite, salary and bonus treat, fine house in the country, accepted by local gentry, children to university, free of underclass adversity, then a wealthy fun retirement and a faithful family interment passing to heavenly worlds free of these Earthly quarrels -- or serve your reptillian dread demanding to never be dead that medical science rejuvenate, living forever to dominate with a strictly chosen few, this precious physical you. Thus games of personal power seem forever to flower with faster economic growth and a baited promise of both to avoid the dark message and extend the life passage of corporate exploitation to the next Administration whose sappy Millennial vision covered the short term decision to grow this indebted economy by commanding global hegemony over exploding populations using their hot expectations to launch into space and grow and grow and grow and grow these fat commercial appetites like some cancerous parasite, the one true enemy we fail to see on maps clear enough to fight for the next generation whose green cooperation might recycle even now a growing tonnage of scraps, the mountains and oceans of garbage slurry and slough, forestalling biosphere collapse, global toxic contamination and mass extermination.

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