There are too many people on earth / insipid, unsalted. rabbity, endlessly hopping. / They nibble the face of the earth to a desert.
Humanity is like Medusa: one brief look into its eyes and all of creation turns to stone. Humanity is like the Lernaean Hydra: when one of its appendages falls away, another two, three, multitude spring up in its place. Even through all the wars, famines, plagues, the law holds firm: the tentacles are multiplying exponentially! As Lawrence stated, there are too many people nibbling the face of the Earth to a dessert. And it is true: humans are a vicious virus which has infected this planet. Just look to Chernobyl, that most terrible of calamities for earth and animal; even there life thrives only after the demise of the human. This planet is a great ship, but the many-tentacled Hydra-humanity with a Medusa gaze is weighing it down, and the sacred Earth is dying. Linkola states that in such circumstances, you can either let the ship sink or grab an axe and start hacking away at limbs. Well, it is time to start hack— hack, hacking away at the terrifying tentacles of humanity. But no! For each slithering snake that is cut down, more, far more evil serpents take their places, so grab your axes oh you who have not fallen prey to the evil of human civilization, you whose hearts still beat with an animal rhythm, unlike the stone-hearted masses, and cleave away at the thick neck of human civilization. Ah yes! The head is severed, and the house has come down, and the soulless masses of men and women, who are no more than meat will die. But the death of human civilization does not mean the death of all humans. There are those who pledged their souls to the dark lord, and whose hearts, minds, and bodies burn with a fiery flame. Upon the death knell of civilization, these elite few will be truly free, and they will freely give up science and the trappings of culture to live like the animals they are. And after some time these free few will burn, burn with the savage and fierce Heraclitean fire, and their hearts will thump thump with the raging power of a wild stallion, and their blood will boil with the ferocity of a wild lion on the hunt, and they will once again, finally, see the gods, for the gods will have come back from their long absence. Zeus will once again sit atop Mt. Olympus, Dionysus will once again sip wine from the vines of Greece, and the sacred spaces, all of them, will reverberate once again with sanctity. And all the Earth, the birds, the beasts, and the flowers, will cheer loudly in their own languages for the triumph of life over the machine. And the gods will laugh in their dark and mysterious manner about human folly and hubris. Then all will once again be as it should be, and all that was profaned shall be sacred, again.