I can fucking see, hear and feel everything sometimes. The trickle of the creek makes me wonder if it was part of something so much larger before the houses were built and turned it into a mere stream passing meaninglessly within a suburban housing complex. How fast does a deer's heart beat when its instincts want it to reproduce in an area where it's offspring will either be killed by the dazzling lights of an automible or painfully shot down and left bleeding by a hunters gun.
Several cultures on this planet simply fade away. The dinosaurs, the Mayans. The earth cries out for more when we have forgotten the nature of her blessings or that life means life and not life taken for granted, bought, traded and then fucking flushed.
When a cycle has ended then a new one emerges. You can vote on the president but you will never be able to vote on the continuance or tolerance of a ruling species society. What I mean by that is when we have reached the pinnacle of the connection we hold spiritually then continuance is enforced. So many tribes, so many cultures, thriving, ended, simply to return to the basic connections we were taught and forged by. Life, Earth, fellowship......Fuck it.
Several cultures on this planet simply fade away. The dinosaurs, the Mayans. The earth cries out for more when we have forgotten the nature of her blessings or that life means life and not life taken for granted, bought, traded and then fucking flushed.
When a cycle has ended then a new one emerges. You can vote on the president but you will never be able to vote on the continuance or tolerance of a ruling species society. What I mean by that is when we have reached the pinnacle of the connection we hold spiritually then continuance is enforced. So many tribes, so many cultures, thriving, ended, simply to return to the basic connections we were taught and forged by. Life, Earth, fellowship......Fuck it.