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.
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Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
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.
Forever is a long, long time and time has a way of changing things.
Forever is a long, long time and time has a way of changing things.
All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.
All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.
Why slander we the times?
What crimes
Have days and years, that we
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Why slander we the times?
What crimes
Have days and years, that we
Thus charge them with iniquity?
If we would rightly scan,
It's not the times are bad, but man.
Time you enjoyed wasting is not wasted time.
Time you enjoyed wasting is not wasted time.
It is the hour to rend thy chains, the blossom time of souls.
It is the hour to rend thy chains, the blossom time of souls.
Think not thy time short in this world, since the world itself is
not long. The created world is read more
Think not thy time short in this world, since the world itself is
not long. The created world is but a small parenthesis in
eternity, and a short interposition, for a time, between such a
state of duration as was before it and may be after it.
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.
