How inconsiderate it was of us to name the Sun and Moon lovers, when they hardly ever meet. And when they do meet, it’s only for a few moments before they part once again.
How inconsiderate it was of us to say that a flower is beautiful, then cut it up to give to someone, only for it to die a few days later.
How inconsiderate it was of us to say we love our planet, yet we destroy it everyday.
Why are we so inconsiderate?
Artist: Claude Debussy
i’ve been waiting for this