“Does believing you’re the last sane man on the planet make you crazy?” said Spooner.
The march is slow, determined, and unstoppable. Many are aware of the fate which is approaching. Among them there are desperate cries to take action. The consensus is that something must be done. Plans are formulated but only those that provide temporary relief are put in place. These temporary measures quiet all but the most determined. The meager measures put in place soon fail and again the chorus for action sounds. The most faithful of the crowd has seen this before, again and again, and though happy for the renewed call to action, have become jaded. They prove right as inadequate responses to major calamities are developed and erected once more.
Earth …. if only there were another selection.