“You may go anywhere you please in the house,” my uncle said when they took me to live with him, “but never into my study.”
But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat.
My guardian taught me boundaries. I learned to push him all the way to, but not beyond, his limits. Boundaries reassure us that, within them, we’re safe
A rise in global temperature of 1.5oC is tolerable. Beyond 2o, we reach a tipping point.
Later, when I met Greta, there was no tipping point, only a fall. Real maps lack boundaries.
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