We environmentalists must move our point of view from the center of human power to a point in outer space, back somewhere in the early days of the big bang. Then maybe we can overpower these gods that make poisoning the Earth sensible. We are marching toward men marching toward us. They have a god above them, who guarantees their eternal life. The god is Krishna, Jesus, Jehovah, Allah, Buddha, Donald Trump, Mickey Mouse, and the pink plastic ruler in the Cracker Jack box. They don't believe in climate change -- that's a sneak attack from a foreign god. Just before these god-people kill us, they see that our supreme being is the Earth, and so they, our fellow earthlings, our murderers, are a part of our mysterious guide. We explain to them that life and death are unexplained but very beautiful. The Fabulous Unknown!