We live on a finite planet. We have finite resources, and we're running out of good, arable land.
Words can have no single fixed meaning. Like wayward electrons, they can spin away from their initial orbit and enter a wider magnetic field. No one owns them or has a proprietary right to dictate how they will be used.
I still do some inking here and there and I've actually got a book that I'm going to ink entirely.
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