I see our good mother earth in some difficulties these days. her oceans will soon contain more plastic than fish; (I use “soon” not in the sense that humans understand the word, but in the sense the earth understands it). Its atmosphere will soon contain so much heat insulating carbon dioxide that species will have to adapt to a hot climate or become extinct. There will soon be so many humans on earth that they will themselves will have to ration humanity and its proclivities or perish. These are the problems of the things that are finite.
We count our human time in revolutions of earth, or in the more fluid periods of generations but one generation passes away, and another generation comes and many generations pass and more generations come but the earth abides for ever. We are but a series of cells that make up our planet; it can do without us, but we cannot do without it, and we would do well to remember that.