Earth is a planet [Theme] Page 3

Having flown about the Earth in spacecraft, satellite, I saw how beautiful our planet is. People will keep and increase this beauty, not destroy it.

To live on Earth, perhaps a little expensive, but you get a free annual cruise around the Sun.

A woman should be round like the Earth
After all, the earth has to carry so much.

If a man hurts the heart, so the Earth is a meteorite.

What a pity, if the Earth cracks open! She is so good.

The earth spins, so we approached each other. She twirls and turns us until we meet the person of their dreams.

The planet was, is and always will be stronger than us. We can't destroy it, and if you pass a certain threshold, she will take care of that would destroy us, to wipe off the face of the earth and continue to exist. Why don't we start talking about how to stop the planet we lime?

The globe plays music. Around the scorching Sun on the milky way rotates a small box - the globe.

My friend, don't start debriefing, if the sky in the clouds.
Let's think about how we clean up the debris on the ground.

- I require restoring the Earth's ozone layer.
- Alf, by Saturday we will not make it...

None of us complained about - it is useless. The planet rotates, you know. Can be revolved with it, and you can catch hold of something to protest, but then you fell feet.

Fifteen hundred years ago everybody knew that the Earth was the center of the universe. Five hundred years ago, everybody knew that the Earth was flat, and fifteen minutes ago you knew that people were the only ones on this planet. Imagine what you'll "know" tomorrow.

Hell? Unfortunately, it does not exist. There is only Heaven and... Earth. Those who failed at the trial, sentenced to return to the Earth and reincarnation.
In other words, we can say that Hell is Earth - fun says the Archangel Raphael.

Our planet is not a prison. This is a very big house. The magic house. Maybe somewhere at the bottom it has a prison, but in reality it is the Palace of the God. God tried many times to kill, spread about him defamation, even reported in the media that he married a prostitute and died. But that's not true. Just nobody knows which rooms he lives - he is constantly changing. We only know that in those rooms where he comes clean and light. And there are rooms where it never happens. And there are more and more. First drafts cause there glamour and discourse. And when they are mixed and well stewed, the smell of flying bats.