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“To put it in more shocking terms, it doesn't matter if the skeptics are right or not, because the assumptions on which the debate is based are already enough to doom us to a dystopian future.”

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Climate: A New Story

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Charles Eisenstein
Charles Eisenstein

Charles Eisenstein is an American author known for his profound insights into economic, cultural, and social issues. His work explores the relationship between money, debt, economic growth, and human consciousness, challenging the modern economic system. more

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