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PURBLIND SUICIDE Burning for high-tech capital market expansion upon this normally cooling and shrinking planet yet still evolving as our living biosphere Earth where all life is born to grow instinctively, with war as our radical balance of predation macho humans grow rampantly in every direction, their ego dreams of endless new exploration crushed as billions caught in money addiction squeeze out every last dollar they're worth til the wilderness is a dim recollection and our growing mass of pollution gestates our own extinction --- unless a business reformation carefully re-directs that instinct to safely recycle our waste materials and by gently planning each family transform this over-population into an evergreen civilization. |
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