Steve Irwin is dead.
The world is a little less aware. A little less alive. A little less in the moment. A little less sure of itself. A little less capable of subduing a giant crocodile. A little less passionate about conservation. A little less excited with the idea of seeing a lizard. A little less happy.
Steve Irwin is dead.
The world is a little more cynical. A little more fearful. A little more prepared to ruin nature. A little more willing to kill a crocodile. A little more willing to let it all slip away. A little more sad.
Steve Irwin is dead.
I’m not even suggesting this wasn’t always going to happen someday. The natural world is a big, dangerous, exciting place. The danger was real.
But still….
Steve Irwin is dead, and it makes me sad.
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