EARTHBOUND Angels of light, demons of darkness cannot set this mad World aright, lost amid wars of virtue and evil Earth grows her magick deep sea to shores of forest and flowers and all who evolve to set this explosion of technical powers thriving their season of wasting the Earth till starving billions see rhyme and reason to plan for millions who build their own homes, grow their own food, make their own clothes, plant trees by billions in wilderness zones where few may intrude and none will suppose they own anything more than themselves wherever Nature dwells everywhere in everything.

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