either_or amy in red Either there are consequences to the soul for messing up the planet, or life is cheap and planets are meant to be used up, or there's no soul to worry about and its an engineering project for the generations, if you haven't renunciated them in disgust for an enslaving AI, either in product or the village around you pretending to be helpful, and playing the deafmute except when your slip is showing. Or you become Boo Radley, the only fool of karma yoga that can make it out "alive" and you spend your life fantasizing about shoving off for medical China or Atlantean Arcturus fully aware that you are leaving a place that only had willful harm to dole out to others and thus did not exactly "get it", a fully explored home origin or hometown, or just, with more cosmos, your mistaken notions. It all adds up to something bad, but not the tree in the Garden of Eden. 160806 what's it to you? who go blather from