It must be Sci. Friday on npr; youse guys are incorrigible, as am moi.
I gather that we are (all?!) now resigned to the fact that Our {species} Fault-collection lies in:
Ourselves,
In the rise of $$entrepreneurs/MBAs replacing actual productive people,
In he ascension of utter Mind-fucked bloviators,
And mostly within our defective jelloware
(And probably.. in The Stars, too.)
What's left to ""Conserve"" by those radical Reactionaries now ready to sell us some Progress?
Maybe I should just go ahead and release the simple formula for Phlogiston? let the crazies complete the physical-destruction
... to match the mental. Burning Man wasn't just a ritual for aging hippies and gourmands:
Make It So (I so miss Captain Jean-Luc Picard's wonderful voice and Shakespearean utterances.)