For we were designed for survival,
to fight our way mindless ahead,
idea that more and bigger is better,
to our slowly swelling head.

But there are limits to growth,
that are easily proved and read,
the old checks and balances,
are quickly among the dead.

But a reckoning is coming,
we must downsize like yore,
or we will join the minions,
of those gone extinct before.

And growth will start over,
like it always has before.

Just of a different kind.

Everywhere, we are reaching the limits of our
inexpensive resources. Soon, they will become
so expensive to produce, the world economy will
fail unless we act very quickly. We must urgently
and seriously cut back to essentials and use our
buying power to end pollution and global warming.
Before we reach a tipping point of no return and
it is too late. Some predict it is already too late.
Watching the world return to the hothouse our earth
was 200 million years ago.

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