Cleared, what can be cleared, some trees turned to millions of kilometer fences, machines, weapons and beer, entertainment and karaoke, sex, off-spring, facebook, Alibaba, internet... fast grass-lands without single tree or what ever use "mine", and in the middle of his land he fired his coal kiln, as still new streets are build up and last mines removed... industry heads on, to supply with what's burned away by long heritage.
Once the sources are left for those incapable to do else then destructive, they will again, black covered, with red scarfs, enter the city, but no more forests to flee: the self-made killing-fields ever turning on on ignorance and craving, bond to destry, bond to get destroyed: industrial revolution heads on everywhere, enjoying rosted meet, beer and dance between weapons/machines and the smell of death. Neither heavens nor Brahma-viharas, not to speak of beyong, are seen anymore. Merits, food, all burned off: destinated to long term suffering of no escape, powered by wrong view and fake.
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