HOPE SPRINGS TERMINAL No more yearning for the romance of escape from this delusional mass of technoid predators who grow obsessively to consume and trash everything of value as it degrades into big city smog, mountains of landfill, oceans of plastic slurry and dead zone sludge, all suffused in a pall of industrial fumes that filter down into every living body on Earth. So why nevertheless study, brood and dream to analyze and explain the dread origin of these carnivors who pretend to be homo sapiens? Should this now dimming lighthouse of an aging mind continue searching beyond the arrogance of religion, politics, species and racketeering science, toward a global network of eco-tech villages green and friendly as few imagine? Yet all this time genetically damned by our Pleistocene grandfathers, those brain-munching cannibals addicted to murder, pillage and rape who bred this mutated race of ravenously brilliant apes now set to plunder the Cosmos.

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