Collateral damage, besides those who live there, are ancient, they don’t have a press agent and so their lives don’t matter. The men nod, the presentation, the famine is on the way, the excuses, the men nod again, people die, another voice adds, remember world war two, this village, is only a blip, they have decided to bleach the forest, military style, clearing the way, the native Indians, collateral, we will build schools for their descendants, a laugh in the room, thinking of others, is never for moral reasons, everything is expendable, including the Amazon forest, no consequences.
Networks fighting for control, this is not Mexico, this is business, big cheer in the office, one of them pulls out a bag of coke, the others are amazed, not surprised, they didn’t realize the old man approved, they look at each other, no consequences.
Solomon saw the destruction of Spirit, or more accurately, the dearth of Space, that is if you follow the ancient teachings. He recalls the movie, a good looking woman with the hint of the exotic, is trying to warn the United Nations, about the consequences of the tree cutting in the Amazon, it’s from the eighties, thirty odd years, she reminded him of Jane Fonda, the activist ,no consequences please.