Earth [Theme] Page 11

The man himself, the power of mass suggestion, affecting the physical fate of the Earth. And perhaps even the entire Universe. Millions of minds can see trees, trees, building - buildings, streets - streets, and not something else. These minds see things for what they are, and remember them as they were... Destroy those minds and the whole Foundation of the matter, devoid of regenerative power, will collapse and crumble like a pillar of sand...

The earth is as old as we are, no older. How can she be older? Is human consciousness nothing exists.

The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and triumph, briefly become masters of this grit. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds.

Yet earth is the only known world, utami life. Our species has nowhere else to move - at least in the near future. Visit, Yes. Settle, not yet. Whether you like it or not, at the moment, the Earth is our home.

We may live in different parts of the world, but we are all part of one planet.

We fall...
Where? To The Moon?
- On The Ground...

This Earth with some living on her people itself is a hell terrible enough for any Universe.

Everyone wants to save the Earth, but for some reason no one wants to help move this Desk!

I slept so soundly last night that he didn't notice as the planet rotates around its axis faster thousands of miles per hour. I haven't heard any screams of 120,000 babies born between 10 PM and 5 am, no groans of the dying 50000. Perhaps some peace treaties were broken - I slept through it. If that bombs falling on civilians - I took refuge from this pillow. Men and women kissing and their moans were full of tenderness, but hour after hour I lay curled under a blanket, eyes closed - inhale and exhale, inhale and exhale.

Bless the one who invented the globe for what I can from these two arms to embrace the entire globe - with all my favorite!

Finally, laughing, we rise, beat the empty tube and with the words "good night" to sleep under the big silent stars, lulled by the lapping water and the rustling of the trees, and we dream that the world is young again, young and beautiful as she was beautiful land before centuries of unrest and anxiety had furrowed her face, and the sins and follies of her children had aged her loving heart, beautiful as in former days, when, as a young mother, she cradled us, your sons, broad of chest, while insidious civilization had lured us out of her loving arms and taunts the artificiality not made us ashamed of the simple life we led with her, and the simple stately home where so many thousands of years ago humankind was born.

... the administration was, in fact, escape from earthly troubles. Anyone who've had enough of them, escaping into the Galaxy, hoping that the worst will happen in his absence. In fact, returning from travel, particularly in the earlier years, I anxiously looked out the window the Ground, like if she baked the potato.

No it's not the end of the world. Only the end of us. The land will be what was, but we won't be on it. I dare say she will do very well without us.

Don't know if I had proved it to everyone, but I definitely proved it to ourselves that we are not chained to this planet.