I still refuse to accept that mankind was handed silence, stillness, and entire unhurried afternoons, and invented the idea that resting has to be earned.
I still refuse to accept that we were given rivers that ask for nothing and give everything, and decided the highest form of intelligence was figuring out how to bottle and sell them.
I still refuse to accept that mankind was handed silence, stillness, and entire unhurried afternoons, and invented the idea that resting has to be earned.
I still refuse to accept that we were given rivers that ask for nothing and give everything, and decided the highest form of intelligence was figuring out how to bottle and sell them.
I still refuse to accept that we inherited a planet that heals itself, forgives itself, regrows itself and decided the smartest thing to do was set a price on everything possible
I still refuse to accept that we inherited a planet that heals itself, forgives itself, regrows itself and decided the smartest thing to do was set a price on everything possible
I still refuse to accept that mankind was handed an earth overflowing with woods, crops, lakes, creatures and sunshine and somehow invented debt, capitalism and war.