This is adapted from â€˜The Loraxâ€™ by the Great Dr. Seuss. If you have not read his work, please do. His stories teach beautiful lessons through the use of whimsy and wonder.
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Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. Itâ€™s not.Dr. Seuss ‘The Lorax’
At the far end of tech where the products are sold and the wind smells of sandwiches delivered half-cold, where no roadmap is ever delivered when toldâ€¦ is the street of the Lifted Lorax. Â And deep in that end, some people say, if you look deep enough you can still see, today, where the Lorax once stood just as long as it could before somebody lifted the Lorax away. What was the Lorax? And why was it there? And why was it lifted and taken somewhere from the far end of town where the products are sold? The old Once-ler still lives here. Ask him. He knows. Â You wonâ€™t see the Once-ler. Donâ€™t look for his booth. He stays in his mansion, alone with his things, where he drinks cold-pressed juice that someone else brings. And on rare occasions, out of the blue, he tweets out a message he often repeats and tells how the Lorax was lifted away. Â Heâ€™ll tell you, perhapsâ€¦ If youâ€™re willing to pay. Â Heâ€™ll send you a link to an app where you lay one third of your equity, then sign NDA of course, he will say itâ€™s always this way. Â Â He then checks the app triple checks the amount to ensure he owns you that you canâ€™t dismount. Â Then he adds what you paid him to the piles of cash some used for the mortgage the rest wipe his ass. Â He slacks, â€œI will ping you by video call, While out on my yacht, with crappy sig-nal. Â BLURRP! The blurps of his call, ring loud in your ear and the old Once-lerâ€™s voice is not at all clear, since heâ€™s out on the water on cell-phone connection choppy and garbled, This makes him sound quite verbally hobbled. Â â€œNow Iâ€™ll tell you.â€ He says, with his ego displayed, â€œhow the Lorax got lifted and taken awayâ€¦ Â It all started way backâ€¦ such a long, long time backâ€¦ Â Way back in the days when â€œThe Valleyâ€ was green and orchards spread far for a beautiful scene, and a house could be bought by a regular Janeâ€¦ one morning I came to this place I remain. And I first saw the schools! Stanford and Berkley their talent you see! So much innovation, but money was lacking, an untapped resource, for someone like me. Â Between them a freeway Junipero Serra with a great halfway point up above Santa Clara where Sand Hill Road sat, doing just fine, in a soon to die era. Â From the nearby South bay came cool morning breezes which moistened the fruit as it hung in the treeses. Â But that talent! Those brains! Those smart engineers! All my life Iâ€™ve been searching seeking to obtain a resource like this that I could abuse. A resource Iâ€™d care about, If Iâ€™d read Dr. Seuss. Â My heart leapt with joy, Iâ€™d be an investor! I leased a small space Near an old shopping center Â With GREAT BRAINS AND SKILL, plus some damn lucky timing, We started to watch, our net-worth start climbing. In no time at all, I had built a small group so I cut down an orchard, at the end of the loop. Â The moment Iâ€™d finished, I heard W-T-F! I looked. Something popped out of a plum that had struck the ground next to where the last tree lay dead, His looks were as strange as the things that he said. Â He was small. He was old. Had a drawl and was bossy. He looked straight on over Like he didnâ€™t even know me. Â â€œDouche bag! He said, with a stern knowing tone, â€œI am the Lorax. I speak for whatâ€™s grown. I speak for whatâ€™s grown and warn of what comes! And I demand to know, what youâ€™ve done to my plumsâ€- He was winded and red; his anger was showing. â€œWhy the hell would you destroy, all the things that are growing!â€ Â â€œLook broâ€ I said. â€œNo need to get pissy. Itâ€™s one little orchard. No one will miss. See? Iâ€™m saving the world. This thing is a network. To connect all the people, he said as he smirked. Itâ€™s a book. Itâ€™s a phone. Itâ€™s music! Itâ€™s apps! But it has more to offer than all of that crap! You can use it for ads and make tons of money! Selling people like products while they use a freebieâ€ Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â The Lorax replied, Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â â€œDude, your ego is large, so this may just sting. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â There is no one on earth Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â who would need such a thing. Â Just as my mouth opened to say â€œgo-to-hellâ€ around the corner came AOL, they thought this web would be great for a buck. They hired some people and backed up a truck. Â I clowned the old Lorax, â€œYou stupid old man! Youâ€™ll never quite get, what we just began!â€ Â â€œI repeat cried the Lorax, I speak for whatâ€™s grown!â€ Â â€œYouâ€™re expired. I told him. â€œGo retire in peace.â€ Â I ran for the phone, in those days they plugged in, I put in quick calls to nephews and cousins. I called all my friends, my college frat buddies said hereâ€™s the scoop, lets go make some monies! Weâ€™re going to make the old world move forwards! Get over here fast, take the road through the orchards, Turn left when thereâ€™s strip malls instead of more woods. Â And in no time at all, the cement was flowing, buildings and car lots sprung up in quick fashion, concrete and rebar were doing the growing. We â€˜innovatedâ€™ and we stayed very busy, with two maybe three drinks at lunches wining and dining, betting millions on hunches. Â Thenâ€¦ Hello, there, hello! How the money did flow! We needed more buildings more car lots more blow! Â So we cleared orchards with speed driven purely by greed. We were changing the world this was progress we said. And that Lorax?... We guessed he was dead. Â The very next month a knock at the door open it up, and heâ€™s standing there. Â He bellowed, â€œIâ€™m the Lorax, I speak for what grows, Which you are destroying, wherever it shows. But Iâ€™m also in charge of the birds and the bees Who live on the fruit of these orchard trees and gorge on the nectar and fruit as they please.â€ Â â€œBecause of your buildings, your car lots, and malls thereâ€™s not enough food for the winter and falls. My poor birds and bees and dying in droves the rest are out searching for new homes and new groves.â€ Â â€œThis was paradise to them, but now they must go. They require new orchards where their families can grow. Good luck my fine friends,â€ he said as he hung his head low. Â I, the Once-ler, felt something As I watched them all go. BUTâ€¦ Money I worship! And Iâ€™ve got plenty of blow. Who needs birds anyway? I drive a Lambo. Â It wasnâ€™t intentional. I didnâ€™t want that. But bigger is better when wallets are fat. I biggered my bets. I biggered my tech. I biggered my campuses. I biggered my head. Our tech started shipping, all over the globe from Bangkok to Paris and back to Latrobe. So I kept on biggeringâ€¦ selling more tech. And I biggered my wealth, with each inbound check. Â Then there he was, the Lorax was back That angry old coot with more shit that was whack. Â â€œI am the Lorax,â€ he choked through a cough. Clearing his throat he readied a scoff. â€œOnce-ler!â€ He roared, with the rasp of his age. â€œOnce-ler! The airâ€™s filled with smog. Disengage! My poor lotis butterfly, well they canâ€™t see their way. At this rate weâ€™ll lose sight of the sun through the day. Â â€œAnd so,â€ said the Lorax, â€œ-please pardon my tone They canâ€™t survive here. Iâ€™ve sent them off to places unknown.â€ Â â€œWhere will they end?... I donâ€™t comprehend.â€ Â â€œThey may have to fly for week upon week To get away from you, and the smog that you leak.â€ Â â€œBut worse,â€ cried the Lorax, his neck hair stood up. â€œLet me say a few words about this fâ€™ng slop. Your plants are dumping this shit without stop. They build your chips and out this stuff pops. And what do you do with this poo smelling goo? Iâ€™ll show you, you self-entitled boy-man you!â€ Â â€œYouâ€™re killing the lakes where the Lake Splittail fish swims! No more can they frolic and live out their whims. So Iâ€™ve ordered them off. Their future is bleak. Theyâ€™ll wander on land, flip-flopping and weak searching for water without oil streaks.â€ And then I got angry. So shakingly angry. I yelled at the Lorax, â€œNow listen here, Pops! All you do is whine, and scream Stop! Stop! Stop! Well, I have my liberty, sir, and Iâ€™ll tell you I intend to keep doing what I want to do! And! For your information, you Lorax, Iâ€™m going to keep biggering Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â And BIGGERING Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â And BIGGERING Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â And BIGGERING, Turning orchards into lots for engineers cars to build more tech we can trade for gold bars!â€ Â And at that very moment, we heard a loud sound! Outside in the orchards a tree hit the ground. The final fruit tree did finally fall. The orchards were gone, once and for all. Â No room. No more boom. No work to be done. So, in no time, my friends, nephews, cousins, every one, Threw up two fingers as they hopped in my cars, Peace out, they said as the tires burned tar. Â Now all that was left was a bad smelling sky Office buildings, parking lotsâ€¦ the Loraxâ€¦ and I. Â The Lorax said nothing. Stared through my soulâ€¦ his stare said to me, what he saw wasnâ€™t wholeâ€¦ as he rose to get going, his mood black as coal. Iâ€™ll never forget that look on his face when he stood one last time, to take leave of this place, this Garden of Eden, that I had erased. Â And all that the Lorax left here in this mess Was a pile of rocks, with one wordâ€¦ â€œUnless.â€ Whatever that meant, well, I just couldnâ€™t guess. Â Itâ€™s ancient history now. But Iâ€™ve thought of it lots. Worried, and muddled to untangle the plot. While Silicon Valley crumbled away Iâ€™ve tried to make sense Iâ€™ve worried, Iâ€™ve wondered, and not just for legal defense. Â â€œBut now,â€ says the Once-ler, â€œNow that youâ€™re here, The word of the Lorax seems perfectly clear. UNLESS someone like you Cares a whole awful lot, Nothing is going to get better. Itâ€™s not. Â â€œSoâ€¦ Listen!â€ cries the Once-ler â€œIâ€™ve sent you a seed in it youâ€™ll find the hope that you need. Itâ€™s the last of its kind, so treat it as such thereâ€™s no other thing, the world needs this much. Plant it somewhere bleak and dreary Feed it, water it, and in theory The hope will grow big and strong and one day the Lorax will come back along.