The poor old earth which has mothered us and nursed us we treat with scant respect. Our awe and veneration we reserve for the worlds we know not of. Our senses sell us out. The mud on our shoes disenchants us.
We're renting the space that we call Earth, so we may as well just go for it.
We have probed the earth, excavated it, burned it, ripped things from it, buried things in it.... That does not fit my definition of a good tenant. If we were here on a month-to-month basis, we would have been evicted long ago.
We have allowed the interests of capital to outweigh the interests of human beings and our Earth.
Year by year, more and more of the world gets disenchanted. Even the icy privacy of the arctic and antarctic circles is invaded. We have played Jack Horner with our earth, till there is never a plum left in it.
Our insatiable drive to rummage deep beneath the surface of the earth is a willful expansion of our dysfunctional civilization into Nature.
We have, in a sense, lorded it over nature, over Sister Earth, over Mother Earth, i think man has gone too far.
Uranium is the raw material of a power-elite who has taken Mother Earth's every living creature hostage.
What have we to offer the world beside the superabundant loot which we recklessly plunder from the earth under the maniacal delusion that this insane activity represents progress and enlightenment?
There is something fundamentally wrong in treating the Earth as if it were a business in liquidation.
Subjugation of women and of the Earth are one and the same.
