We possess the know-how to create an Eden; that we lack the will and are, instead, producing a cesspool is testament to Man's depravity.

A few contrarians still dispute the impending reality of apocalyptic global warming and claim, instead, that we are actually at the dawn of the next Ice Age--while the debate festers, a medium-weight worsted should do nicely.

I no longer despair for the future of our species; we will get exactly what we deserve.