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glimpse: OUR DUSK | Nature is balance, and survival is balancing. Eat, but don’t deplete. Reap the land, but don’t rape it. A predator too skilled falls victim to his own success, a harvest too rich cannot last. We thought we had tipped the scale in our favor, but now we see that we’re slipping, and that nature doesn’t do favors. When we freed ourselves from the food chain and started playing life by our own set of rules, we crowned ourselves creator kings; but we’re stuck on the same board as the pawns and we barely know to navigate it. Half day, half night, we made this dusk, fire on the horizon. Will we see the next dawn? Or will we commit collective suicide, leaving nothing but atomic human shrapnel to fill a vacuum we never owned? One thing comforts me: if this all goes south, life will survive, with or without us.

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