What kind of blue-printed nescience chainsaws a 400-year-old tree and calls it “development”?
What kind of rot-order poisons rivers, razes communities, sterilizes soil and then calls it “progress”?

But it’s not ignorance. It’s not misorder.
It’s a system engineered to reward destruction and dress it up as ambition.
People aren’t failing to see the damage — they’re paid not to care or turn Spotify louder.

The circuitry that turns every heartbeat into a quarterly line item is built on exploitation.
Of the ground, the sky, and the backs of people never invited to the table.
It’s the gospel of profit:
Rip it out, sell it fast, and leave the corpse behind.

This planet is not a vault to be emptied, but a miracle to be shared.

The truest riches —
clean water, living soil, breathable air, cultural memory, wild beauty, and human coexistence —
cannot be minted, mined, or replaced.
Kepler-452b is 1,400 light-years away and still hasn’t invented the odor of geosmin after a storm.

So, the ‘business’ desecration of nature is the desecration of human nature.

Because when you poison a river, you poison a village.
When you turn soil to dust, you starve a people.
When you call land “property,” you erase the ancestors who lived and died there.
And when you sell the future for profit, you bankrupt the soul.

So let’s stop pretending this is about saving the planet.
The planet will rock along its Milanković cycle.
It’s my soul that won’t survive.