Dear angel, I didn't think you meant that. When I first wrote Chapter 25, it was clear to me that Earth was not in trouble as much as we were with our sick and dying ecosystems that will likely take most of us out with them in time. The negative karmic effect of the thing has momentum that scientists now know can't be stopped; and the bad karma of our foolishness can't be stopped either; karma "locks in and doesn't let go till the full price is paid."
My chapter title might be changed from:
This Planet Will Not Die
This Planet Will Not Die Yet
as per SpheresOfBalance's observation, but with the addition of "Yet" the title falls flat. I'll just leave it as it is as a title congratulating Mother Earth upon her amazing powers.
Actually, when I wrote the piece my question to myself was if the damage to Earth was severe enough to destroy its capacity to support life, will it be able to recover and support life at all? (in other words, will the Earth be dead?) I mentioned my question to someone, and they indicated it was silly. I didn't have the benefit of the mass extinction list at the time, which I suppose shows Earth's record of great recovery powers. It was recalling all the amazing processes Earth goes through with volcanoes and lava deep down that persuaded me Earth can handle Herself and our 'piddling' pollutions were going to be nothing to Her.
You and I agree that our number is up, but the Earth's isn't. Good for the big Mother. She can flick us off into eternity and carry on. Do any more feel like being nice to Her, just for the record, even though....
PS. A minor point is that as the earth recovers, humans can also make a comeback which will be coordinated by the Mother. It seems this game is finished, but a new game will no doubt start up, and the record or memory of all our 'fabulous achievements' will likely be, to the new game's players, "lost in the mists of time." Future archeologists will be excited discovering our graves etc. and wondering what on Earth we were all about.
Reprove not a baby for spitting peas in your face.
The bluffer, like a nervous thief, is afraid of being found out any moment.
A single atom of the love of God in a heart is worth more than a hundred thousand paradises. (Bayazid al-Bistami)