Our world, despite its cold, indifferent causality, is a chaotic one; while the motions might be clockwork, we look for signs of a clockmaker.
I wonder sometimes if it was this void that made it possible for so many people to write our world off.
In our time, we have a duty not just to bear witness, but to show how painfully beautiful this place is, to remind those who have forgotten that it is worth the fight to save.