By the time we see that climate change is really bad, your ability to fix it is extremely limited... The read more

By the time we see that climate change is really bad, your ability to fix it is extremely limited... The carbon gets up there, but the heating effect is delayed. And then the effect of that heat on the species and ecosystem is delayed. That means that even when you turn virtuous, things are actually going to get worse for quite a while.

Since you cannot do good to all, you are to pay special attention to those who, by the accidents of read more

Since you cannot do good to all, you are to pay special attention to those who, by the accidents of time, or place, or circumstances, are brought into closer connection with you.

For out allotted time is the passing of a shadow,
and there is no return from our death,
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For out allotted time is the passing of a shadow,
and there is no return from our death,
because it is sealed up and no one turns back.

Backward, flow backward, O full tide of years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears,
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Backward, flow backward, O full tide of years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears,
Toil without recompense--tears all in vain,
Take them and give me my childhood again.
I have grown weary of dust and decay,
Weary of sowing for others to reap;
Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.

In a time of universal deceit - telling the truth is a revolutionary act.

In a time of universal deceit - telling the truth is a revolutionary act.

One must learn a different... sense of time, one that depends more on small amounts than big ones.

One must learn a different... sense of time, one that depends more on small amounts than big ones.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.

For every minute spent in organizing, an hour is earned.

For every minute spent in organizing, an hour is earned.

Time is the glue that bonds a broken heart, but love is the air which dries the glue. -J. Franklin.

Time is the glue that bonds a broken heart, but love is the air which dries the glue. -J. Franklin.