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“We are the dust of the stars and the rays of sunlight shining on our skin. We are the soil where plants grow. We are the oxygen inhaled and the carbon dioxide exhaled. We are the water flowing through our own veins and within each of our cells. We are the energy tingling in our chests and limbs. We are the present moment. We are our ancestors and our descendants. We are the ripples left on this Earth, and thus, we are the Earth.”

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Book:Collapse: Navigating Civilization's Predicaments With Wisdom and Courage
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