What happened to all the Crayons ever made? All the pictures, melted blobs, shavings, etc. went somewhere, but where? What happens to everything we humans produce? We seem to be, in large part, temporary re-groupers of the planet's stuff. We parse and re-align for our temporary amusement, needs, desires, etc. and then put it all back, but in different places and different forms, altered and damaged. We are redistributors, modifiers, and destroyers of the planet's ingredients. Are we really anything more?
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