I see it's been busy. I got it then, oh ok.
I haven't heard of 17 goals either. Or freedom for lesbian whales being a thing.
Hmm they do look a bit like 17 fantasies with hefty mutual destruction forces between them.
Wanting to be big, accumulate and consume are defining characteristics of an inevitably significant chunk of the developed human race, I think. Seems fanciful to imagine otherwise - and the race will implode long before the sun expands to finish us off or there's another Chicxulub event. Could be plague, war, accident. Does it qualitatively matter? No.
Earth will get along perfectly well without us until its atoms are rearranged in the inevitable red giant.
On weightier matters, I shall if asked whether something goes into a cigarette packet, shoe box, wheely bin or something else, not equivocate over which particular wheely bin to compare it with if it fits in none of them. That would be a misdirecting answer, which is one degree of freedom too many, in the game.
I'll find something tomorrow. In the meantime I need to design a variation on one of these
for a 16th birthday.
