The suffering of the earth beneath seems great.
The green and pleasant land is used up, covered up or fouled up, and the oceans look soon to follow.
The ice zones are melting; more land thirsts years without rainfall.
The ancient rocks are scoured bare of their first life, destroyed for the sake of insatiable engines.
I had thought my presence needful only for the Beginning, but now I contemplate tomorrow.
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