“We were united in our purpose. To find some way, any way, for our species to continue to thrive on a rock that is increasingly hostile to us. The others, one by one, gave up and tried to leave. As if eking out a life elsewhere is any sort of alternative. But I keep going. I must. For to fail is to confront the howling void of the grave we have dug for ourselves. To fail is extinction. And I will not fail.”
Saturday, September 28th, 2019
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September 28, 2019
From “Grandfather’s Words” by Everhart Botros
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