So this alien came up to me saying it's his first time on Earth and asked if it's true we poison our land, air, and water. I said, "Yes" and he said, "Why?"
Of course, there is no real answer to that but I told him it's because we believe there's no other way.
"Why?"
He kept naming different scenarios such as, why do people starve when we we're able to feed everyone? Why are there both homeless and empty abodes?
Why indeed? And that's when the fiction of numbers started to lose its meaning.
