I am filled with the power of a man who knows he's about to die. Within me charge the urges of a man who knows that his world will soon be rendered unrecognizable. This morning I took a moment to absorb the eastern sun and the dewy grass. I thought about the greenless winter coming soon. Now, after reading the news, this urgency to live has reached a new level. Everything feels both pointless and extremely profound.

I assume this was the top, front page story in all major world newspapers last Friday, considering we're all totally fucked. But just in case your local paper didn't pick it up, click here to read it. It was really nice knowing all of you.

After reading that, aren't you filled with the burning need to go make love? Make love, make love, make love!

But stop making babies, dammit!