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Without A Function, We Cease To Be. So, I Will Write Till I Die.

On My 70th Birthday, I Was Asked How I Felt About Mankind's Prospects. This Is My Reply: We Are Behaving Like Yeasts In A Brewer's Vat, Multiplying Mindlessly While Greedily Consuming The Substance Of A Finite World. If We Continue To Imitate The Yeasts, We Will Perish As They Perish, Having Exhausted Our Resources And Poisoned Ourselves In The Lethal Brew Of Our Own Wastes. Unlike The Yeasts, We Have A Choice. What Will It Be?

And This Is What Happened, Ands This Is Why The Caribou And The Wolf Are One; For The Caribou Feeds The Wolf, But It Is The Wolf That Keeps The Caribou Strong.

We're Under Some Gross Misconception That We're A Good Species, Going Somewhere Important, And That At The Last Minute We'll Correct Our Errors And God Will Smile On Us. It's Delusion.

Inaction Will Cause A Man To Sink Into The Slough Of Despond And Vanish Without A Trace.