Earth our home for a very short time in the matter of things.
Sunset in the Currumbin Valley;
Scientists have calculated that Earth is 4.54 billion years old, with an error range of 50 million years.
It took 4 and a half Billion years before single-cell life appeared.
Man dabbles and makes changes in nature. He has created a hell on earth for animals, poisons crop, seeds clouds, makes a hell of a mess in the atmosphere, changes and poisons the food we eat, overeats, over medicates, creates wars, kills for-profit and creates unimaginable weapons to destroy himself.
Yet some, a hand full in this throng of humanity show their intrinsic humanity to love and care, try to save what there is still to save.
The debate is about whether or not, enough people on this planet are sick of wars and violence and want to stop these arranged human conflicts. The west has opened its Pandora's box and it seems it can not contain the evil it has let loose on other Nations. Instead of bringing understanding and love it has brought and brings a blood bath to these nations.
Looking back as far as we are able to, wars and violence have been part of humans. Perhaps we are not made to be peaceful, perhaps when we evolved this part of our brain has been neglected. This other part of human nature is and has been used and abused by Rulers and Politicians, by Multinationals, Conglomerates and the World Bank; the whole caboodle of evil, in their the pursuit and theft of Natural resources. A few want to rule a global world and to do this they walk over the dead. The Western Democracy has been sacked, Politicians are brainwashed and use the same bullhorn for their lies.
What a terrible mess has globalization achieved until now!
What sort of game and tune are the globalists playing? Is it an Opera called "Disaster"?
The wings of time may carry sadness into oblivion. Thoughts of loss return brittle and bittersweet like a dry leaf in winter, at the softest knocks. Crushed and bruised it lodges in your heart and mind. Trudi S
Tempus edax rerum - Time is the devourer of things
Some People are like a butterfly with a broken wing; can not go forward and can not go back. They are stuck and can not reach the bridge they would like to cross. Fate has conquered their spirit, opened up a chasm, the only way out is to jump, shout and remember to be free.