If i may just ramble a bit, It seems like we have been hitting a lot of singular notes, some quite beautiful, but the totality of the work is not at all music, and beyond that, the pure symphony of the thing, surely must be hidden among the insane. We have these things that occur, but the next place to go is for everything to be extensible with everything else.
Herein we have a problem. It is not capitalism which can deliver this. It might well be the end of us. If we look at what the systems of money do, in this country, its clear as a bell to me, that it will never grow a heart, never stop eating, and never stop growing. Like the petri dish, the earth is perfectly suited to us, and we to it. Why is it then, that probably every culture with the time and wisdom to do so, makes myths of our planet, and it should be known she is our mother. it’s never lover, or best friend, never is it equal in any way. She is part of us, and we her. Yet without this very her, not some her, THIS her, we could not be. She preceeds us.
I find that important, over and above that which defines, there is a need to remind ourselves of the emotional connectivity which derives from those who sustain, and those who reap. How much health is in the family that can’t desire, establish and maintain the trivial banter of life.
Like the Petri dish, the earth is another word for food. We live on it, grow on it, and die on it. Everything that is our life, is a series of actions, andor reactions andor interactions. Unlike the petri dish, the food called earth, is a living thing, and nothing from us in all of our history have we ever done which would alter one simple fact.
Everything we eat, comes from the living. It is not possible to imagine, that nature would be choosing lightly, the destruction of that which she has not seen fit to place anywhere else in creation, that we can see. Secondly, it cannot be, with the insanity of death and devastation we live in, that any GOD or nature could possibly intend, that the ultimate deciding faculty reside somehow in spite of every evidence to the contrary, hiding little bunny like, in the heart of mankind.
It is likewise impossible by any means i consider to conclude that nature, our mother, and capitalism, which seeks nothing but the one way extraction of pleasure, would be somehow the secret sauce we have been waiting for. This thing cannot stop nursing, tho its teeth bloody the breast that sustains it. Can it be your mother enjoys a nightly beating? How can she feel, surrounded by selfish, scrabbling children? What pride can she hold, how can she cherish, those arrayed around her, watching them yell, and slash. No i think not.
I just read a great statement about a society attaining greatness, when old men plant trees, they will not sit under.
I am deplorable, and i voted for donald trump.