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“Few ideas in all of human history have been more thoroughly misunderstood than the simple concept of evolution. Intellectuals in Victorian England, eager to use the science of their time to bolster a class system already cracking under the weight of its own injustice, invented the notion that some living things- and thus some people- are "more evolved" than others. That turn of phrase is still much used today, but in the real world, it is quite simple nonsense. Every living being is just as evolved as every other, because every living thing has been shaped by evolution over the exact same period of time since life first evolved”

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Book:Mystery Teachings from the Living Earth: An Introduction to Spiritual Ecology
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Mystery Teachings from the Living Earth: An Introduction to Spiritual Ecology

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John Michael Greer
John Michael Greer

John Michael Greer, born in 1962, is a well-known blogger. His work primarily focuses on sustainability, ecology, history, and futurism. Greer is known for his profound insights into modern societal issues and his unique perspectives on future possibilities. more

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