Well, tbphwy, I'd probably vote for the UN wilderness Earth project over some dude who intends to turn the Earth into a sea of glass one day. Not sure my vote would count at the Throne of God, pretty sure I'd sorta quake at the knee joint and fall down at least to my knees. . . . but I love my wilderness/ghetto/cave.
I love rain, wind, sun, and most of all dirt. You can't rub glass between your fingers or your toes, or make footprints or castles that the sea or wind will level soon enough.
When I was a kid, I had a map of the Arizona Strip on my wall, and I'd spend hours in fantasy explorations. I also did the Vulcan's Throne descent. . .. well, down and up. . . . to dabble a toe in the Colorado. Did my first "total" job there, too. . . . took a right angle turn straight on in the middle of the night. The VW bug went through the fence twice before it stopped back on the road, nice crossed barbed wire gouge pattern. . . . It wasn't worth repainting. . . .