The earth is not a cold dead place.

Maybe your world is.
Maybe her world is.
Maybe his world, with the mortgage on the house and the car loan; with two children and another accident; maybe his world is.

But the earth, where all the worlds of its six billion people, and an even larger number of living beings, have their source, is not cold.
The earth is not dead.
The earth is not a place; it's a bus stop.
Would you call the bus stop a place? Or is the place, where, the bus you catch from the bus stop takes you, the real place?

Here.