Paradox 11 A year or so ago I reached a new level of philosophical consternation when the dreadful, hideous truth finally occurred to me after many long years of tortured contemplation: our self-endangered planet is actually a cancer cell within the cosmic body suppurating in polluted decline while fighting to decide whether or not to be malignant or benign. Nevertheless, for as long as we draw breath most of us plan for a happy life and peaceful death, good and yet sad for every one of us because too much of our good thing turns it all bad when 7 billion plus on this shrinking planet Earth blunder into Rachel Carson's silent spring.

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