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Coming back to Earth, I always worry. If it? Turned her scientists, inspired by another promising experiment in a cloud of cosmic dust or plasma nebula?

We exist on the planet, one brief moment, and if tomorrow we disappear - the planet won't even notice.

It is not a planet on the brink of disaster. It is we, the people, on the brink of disaster... We can't destroy the planet or save it. We don't have this power. But we might have enough strength to save themselves.

We will no longer be quiet but the planet will survive. Life on Earth quietly survive our folly. Only for some reason we stubbornly believe that it is not...

Paying a billion deaths, man has bought the right to live on Earth, and this right belongs to him in spite of all the aliens. It would have remained for him, even if the Martians ten times more powerful. For man lives and dies in vain.

With infinite complacency men scurried around the globe, doing their work and being in the serene confidence that they are the masters of matter. Maybe the infusoria under the microscope remains in the same confidence.

"This is Earth", he thought. Not hanging in the air thousands of kilometres of the ball, and rare woods, and glittering in the sun the surface of the lake, drowned in foliage house on top of a hill, a grassy slope leading down to the water, the lapping of the waves, silvery scales of fish, birds diving down to catch a fly or beetle on the surface of the water. The earth is the incessant crackle of crickets, the whistling wind and singing of birds.

I believe that we can save our planet and all its inhabitants.

Writer regional. Limited to our earth.

- You never said "I love you".
- Right, said.
Why?
- Is the Ground says: "I'm spinning"?
- No.
- But she's spinning.

We manage their Land carelessly.

Is it possible to miss the place that never was, dreaming about the girl had never seen? Welcome to the future! We can no longer call Earth their home. We won the war, but were unable to save the planet....

He has a very interesting theory that the whole Earth, the whole world, so to speak, the totality of creatures and matter, is a kind of superhuman, thereby final, physical manifestation of God, which people always tried to embrace and present. The man himself, by this definition, as one of the types of its cells. But the human civilization - this kind of cancer on the body of this super-being. Actually cancer is a sudden change of behavior cells of the human body, isn't it? They start to grow uncontrollably, destroy other cells and tissues, send metastases throughout the body, each of which must be a new tumor, and all this is subordinated to a primitive, destructive logic of expansion and devouring. Civilization - is the same disease, the same fault in the genetic code of the cell, which turns a wonderful quiet cave man, absolutely non-hazardous to the ecosphere, in substance, the germ of a future tumor. The affected civilization, humanity begins a flurry of activity, undergoing changes according to the same principles, which develops cancer. Excessive and uncontrolled population growth, metastases the age of exploration and colonization, Columbus and Vasco da Gama, Athanasius Nikitin, at worst. Well, the analogy is, of course, goes further, and is applicable to industrialization, globalization, deforestation in the Amazon and Siberia, the emissions of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere, exhaustion of reserves of fossil fuels, discharge of toxic waste into rivers and oceans, explosions at nuclear power plants, and so on. But all disasters and cataclysms are just a consequence of the fact that humanity is this live to be superior so as almost poisoned, and it will eventually die. Misanthropic such a theory, admittedly, but something in it, isn't it? This, of course, does not mean that I myself believe in it.

The land we all share, not just a rock, flying through space, but a living, nurturing being. She cares about us; she deserves our care in return.