There are inventions and uninventions
in every cycle of progression and regression.
There are questions to be asked and answers to be found.
For all the answers that are sought there is earth, rare and rich.
At will and with no concern, rocks are lifted and blown up into pieces,
the ground is turned upside down with arms hewn
out of steel and corrugated imagination.
We are surprised by what we find and we marvel at our reach.
If the earth were human, we are the worms feeding upon her flesh,
killing her slowly, killing ourselves consequently.
Earth perforated, earth scarred,
Earth too much injured by civilization
Who, among us, will heal her?
Face of Man
Jacqueline du Pre
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