Monday 30 June 2008
How do you say: the world you know today, the world you were born into, the world that has remained essentially the same for all of human civilization, that has birthed every play and poem and novel and essay, every painting and photograph, every invention and economy, every spiritual system (and every turn of phrase) is about to be … something so different? Somehow “global warming” barely hints at it. Bill McKibben ☀
