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  • I think sometimes we live in the age of selfish.

    When humans wipe themselves off the face of the Earth, I think to myself this is good and the universe will be better without us. I know at heart that’s wrong. That it’s just a very grumpy part of me that thinks that way, and that truly I believe all people are capable of casual greatness.

    When the storms come to our world, I see the opposite. I see people helping each other, looking after each other, worrying about others and wishing them safe. Then I love humanity and I want there to be more storms and disasters to hurt and threaten us so I can see these moments and know that we should survive as a species. That we deserve to, even though these disasters might kill many of us.

    Neither position is strictly satisfactory in terms of what's good for the world. I decide them both frequently anyway. But then I live in the age of selfish, so I imagine my own opinions about humanity bear more importance than they actually ever will.
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