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His journey began with a(n)2 statistic — 2.4 billion people don't have3 to a toilet, about 40% of the world! While volunteering in Asia and Africa, Simon4 organizations doing incredible things to help people there, but the lack of sustainable funding greatly5 their work.

Inspired by his experience in developing countries, Simon6 to sell goods to make a difference. But what he should sell? One day, Simon walked into the bathroom and a good idea7 him: he could sell toilet paper and donate half profits to help fund organizations build toilets. Who Gives A Crap was born.

Too often, people buy products that8 to their taste but without clever packaging, so his9 was to create something that10 quality and aesthetics (美学) , so that people would want to put it in their bathroom.

It was not beyond their11 that their goods sold well. Their donation to WaterAid Australia has grown from the initial 2, 500 AUD to 5.85 million AUD, they becoming its largest12 .

When interviewed, Simon said "I tried various jobs before Who Gives A Crap. But after working in both corporate and non-profit organizations, I13 I wanted to combine business with social14 so I found the way to use profits from everyday products to do good15."

Half a century after the Apollo programme, a private spacecraft Nova-C made the first touchdown on the moon successfully, bearing scientific instruments, microfiche (微缩胶片) story disks, cameras, and sculptures to stay on the moon forever. Its success would promise many more. Though it may seem like an exciting outlook for humanity's space exploration ambitions, it also signals a future where the moon becomes a hotbed of ungoverned business operations that will irreversibly (不可逆地) transform it.

For the first time, private capital has reached the moon, expanding beyond scientific goals. This allows private landers, even when carrying government science experiments, to include additional non-scientific payloads (有酬负载) for other customers. Items bound to raise various objections, such as human cremains (骨灰) and dehydrated water bears from past missions, have caused concerns about biological materials on the moon. There're a lot more planned for future launches, likely sparking further debate.

Before this decade is out, with a powerful enough telescope, you may be able to see evidence of human construction or even habitation on the moon. In 2023, the global space industry was valued at $469 billion, expected to exceed $1 trillion by 2030, driven by growing satellite use in manufacturing, power, and data. "We are now at a tipping point, where ideas previously limited to science fiction represent attractive investment projects," a report read.

A voluntary agreement has been used since 2020 to foster lunar cooperation. It promotes international standards, emergency assistance and data sharing. However, it also allows for exploiting (开采) lunar resources like dust, water, rare earth elements and other materials.

Exploring the moon has value for science and potential benefits for Earth, but humans often turn exploration into exploitation, and the moon may face the same fate. The moon won't be alone for long. But it is and will forever be quiet. It plays host to no thunderstorms, no crashing waves, no bird songs and no anthems (国歌). We must be its voice. We will soon change its surface, and our relationship to it, forever. At the very least, we owe the moon a considered discussion of why and how we will do so.

And I wonder, can we learn from a pile of rocks?

Even the tallest mountains have worn down; none are as tall as they were 1,000 years ago. And much like a rock, I've found my attitude has softened and my desire to better understand others has expanded with each trip around the sun.

Once I too was a sharp rock covered in pointy edges. Today, after decades of the waters of life coursing over me, my edges are softer and more understanding. I'm less likely to judge and more interested in learning how we can exist together.

But I'm not a rock. I'm a human being filled with all the drama built into my DNA.

Two years ago, while traveling in the Pacific Northwest, I watched a restaurant owner ask a guy to leave for not falling in line with the rules. Not forceful and not rude. On the door read a sign: "Please wear a mask before entering our restaurant. We don't like it either, but let's all do what we can." But the guy tried to argue about the note.

I sat watching, understanding both sides. I've been this guy before, using my youthful edges to chip away at the world. What I lost, however, was the ability to grow by looking through others' eyes, and thus the possibility of finding content and success.

You can fit more rounded rocks in a jar than those with sharp edges. The former look for ways to adjust and make room for others; the latter never give an inch to accommodate others. Time, like the waters rolling against once sharp stones, changes us by washing away our resistance to seeing the world from another's point of view.

I placed a rounded stone into my pocket. Mother Nature is holding class again.

Since Lena entered high school, the diary had become her only trusted friend. She told it everything that had happened at home or in school: the hurtful moments with her mother, the occasional unfair treatments received from her teachers and the bittersweet relationships with her classmates.

One rainy afternoon, Lena returned home, heartbroken, and went to look for her diary under the pillow. When she found it missing from its usual spot, panic set in.

"Did Mom take it?" she thought.

She stormed into her mother's bedroom and found her reading the diary. Even worse, she saw a half-finished love poem on the bedside table. It was a present Lena prepared for her classmate!

"What are you doing on earth?" Lena yelled. "This is my privacy!"

"Calm down, sweetheart!" Mom said, trying to draw her close. "The roof leaked this afternoon. I was cleaning up the mess in your room when I found your diary under the wet pillow. I couldn't help reading it while I was drying it."

"Give it back to me, now!" Lena demanded. "I hate you! I'll never forgive you!"

Mom returned the diary and apologized, "I just want to check and keep you safe!"

"Keep me safe?" Lena cut in. "You just want to control me!"

Lena grabbed the diary and ran back to her own room. Sitting in the darkness, Lena felt her heart sinking. She was very upset that her deepest secrets—especially her complaints about Mom—had been exposed.

However, when she opened the diary, she found something strange. On the page where she wrote "I hate you!", she found a familiar handwriting: "Lena, I noticed you wrote this after our argument. I'm sorry for hurting you. —Mom" Curiously, Lena read through the diary and saw that every negative entry was accompanied by a note: encouragement after exam failures, comfort during moments of loneliness and apologies for misunderstandings.

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As she read on, Lena felt her chest filled with something warm.

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As Lena turned to leave, she was held tightly by her mother.

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1. 你的想法；

2. 你的理由。

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Dear Peter,

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Best regards,

Li Hua