All things come to an end eventually. It is terrifying to think about the death of our planet and our species, but here of late, I think about this daily. I don’t want to see my beautiful world die, and my stupid, arrogant, self-serving species disappear off the face of our earth (along with the millions of other species we are exterminating at record levels today). But maybe, if we become alarmed enough, there will be enough of us who aren’t living in homeless shelters or on the roadsides, or in cheesy track houses somewhere … enough of us who are sufficiently educated and socially aware, that we can save ourselves and our planet. I’m not optimistic, however.