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.

Make it count because you can never bring back the hands of time..

Make it count because you can never bring back the hands of time..

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, read more

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever. -Horace Mann.

Until you value yourself, you will not value your time. Until you value your time, you will not do anything read more

Until you value yourself, you will not value your time. Until you value your time, you will not do anything with it. -M. Scott Peck.

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.

Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift of God, which is why we call it the read more

Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift of God, which is why we call it the present.”

Lost time is never found again.

Lost time is never found again.

I have never seen someone unafraid of the future, not worried about the present and someone who doesn't want to read more

I have never seen someone unafraid of the future, not worried about the present and someone who doesn't want to go back to the past and correct their mistakes.

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.