Quote by John Garamendi

Mother Nature comes up against reality, and the reality is that the system doesn't work.


Mother Nature comes up against reality, and the reality is t

Summary

This quote suggests that Mother Nature, representing the natural world and its inherent processes, is confronted with the undeniable truth that our current system, presumably referring to human systems and behaviors such as industrialization and consumption, is failing. It implies that the way we interact with and exploit the environment is unsustainable and detrimental, posing a challenge to the natural order of things. In other words, the quote highlights the clash between the deteriorating state of nature and the flawed reality of our systems, emphasizing the urgent need for change.

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Nature
By John Garamendi
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