There are images of silent beauty tipping over every day. Shocking in their power, stunning the self righteous into stillness, the unholy into childish masses, and the churlish into cheats. Such is the power of the image of silent innocence, holy beauty. Children playing, laughing and singing, running care free. Forests green and wild, clear running water, snowy mountain tops, a wolf, a bear, fish in the river, deer in the meadow. Golden wheat, blue flax, yellow canola, the harvest, farmers in their fields. All these images - these hallowed images of life are fading from our world as poverty of the natural world moves through.
And these images are the commercial images sold to us by cameras wielded by the industries of the self righteous, the unholy, the cheats who want the world to believe "it's all right" while they bleed the real world dry, dead and gone. For they believe the world is ending anyway - and its all about who has the most toys at the end - who makes the most marks on the world before the end - who causes the thickest ring with the world's cremains. Whose signature will it be?
Are they running a Death Pool on the date the world will end?
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