Sacred Haven of Debauchery

Well, before Earth becomes a paradise, living on other planets is fraught with consequences... We've littered and polluted here, and polished it with wars; I don't want to carry the same mess into space before we clean up after ourselves.

Brother, space is vast – if we want to pollute it, who will stop us? It's just a speck in the universe, and it's already so polluted that we could never match it. This sentiment doesn't come from a love for the universe itself, but from the realization that pollution ultimately harms us.
Other planets will have more resilience; after all, our footprint hasn't reached them yet, and everything is pristine. And besides, all our pollution is made up of the same elements from this universe, and we are also a part of it, which means that such a development of events is predetermined by it.