Nonsense Implosion

Suppose that the moon really was just a giant, green cheese. Would we harvest that too until there is nothing left of it? Suppose that we could catch falling stars. Would it just become another jewel? Will we use it to further divide the rich from the poor? Suppose that a parallel world exists. Would we engage in a war with our parallels? Suppose we could eat whatever we imagine. Would we condone all creativity and imagination? Will it be subjected to yet another regulation? Suppose sound were a source of pain. Would we use music as our weapons? Or will we wield our words to start wars? Suppose people could bear children made of gold. Would we still find love? Will we love our children for who they are and not what they are? Suppose Mother Earth had a tongue. What would she say?

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