The world is in our hands, innit? No. That’s the terrible human-centric thought I was talking about, some time ago. And guess what? The UN[EP], did it again!
Really? The planet needs me? Uh huh??
I might be the sole juvenile around, but I think its me who needs the planet. The dependent me… 
And I hope you realize what I’m driving at.
I think I forgot to complete the last post’s analogy, so here goes:
Our planet is five billion years old, and it has been changing constantly all during that time. […] Our atmosphere is as violent as the land beneath it. At any moment there are one thousand five hundred electrical storms across the planet. Eleven lightning bolts strike the ground each second. A tornado tears across the surface every six hours. And every four days, a giant cyclonic storm, hundreds of miles in diameter, spins over the ocean and wreaks havoc on the land.
The nasty little apes that call themselves human beings can do nothing except run and hide. For these same apes to imagine they can stabilize this atmosphere is arrogant beyond belief. They can’t control the climate.
The reality is, they run from the storms.
- State of Fear, by Michael Crichton
Moreso, our planet has not only faced more than 5 radically different climates, but also about 4 entirely different atmospheres. And there’s been life nearly all the way, since about 3 billion years ago. Of course, we are about just 18 million years old (as compared to the Earth’s 4500 million years), hence being too young to have any quantity of trustworthy knowledge. If only we accepted this humbly.
I could obviously, go on and on — but who’d care? I don’t think many. And I realize — even if you cared, you wouldn’t try to do anything. I would. For starters, I’ve tried to tell you about the current situation. =) And later, I bet I’ll make a difference. One that would definitely try to compensate for your part. 
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