Seeing the End, the shunned poet paces his room alone since no one can bear the weight of his message from the work of science having solved the mystery of ever-worsening storms and floods, droughts and wildfires on this toxic waste dump still known as planet Earth, its economic history of seven billion desperately clever but instinct driven predators assuming their economic rape must go on forever. Then, stopping to rest, wonders if he should close that link and let it go to merely watch a global biosphere of raging weather deluge and drown, dry up, burn, and blow away its human stink forever.

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