Life is not rigid.
Life is flexible.
Life does not pretend it knows all the answers.
Life builds on what has worked before and
Forever changes just to see what will happen next.
Life is not a bigot or a racist or a homophobe or a misogynist.
Life has an open mind.
Life will always find a way.
Life is a joyous dance, not a mad, manic march of machines and marionettes.
Life is not a gun. Life is not a bullet.
Life is not a lie. Life is full of joy!
Life is full of love.
Or, love, perhaps is full of life.
Rip Love out of Life and … is what still life?
Life is choice.
Life pushes and pulls and tries and strives.
We learn:
“Two berries are better than one.”
We learn:
“Red berry taste better than green berry.”
Eventually, life learns that it needs to change
In order to survive.
In order to keep being part of Life
In order to be and to become.
Humanity, my personal favorite on the Great Tree of Life
Has lately morphed into a cancerous growth upon the Tree.
Many of us are no longer content to be alive within The Great Tree of Life
We want to become The Great Tree of Life.
We want all of it to be like us.
Just like us.
Exactly like us.
Only…
When it comes right down to it, who is “us” exactly?
If it’s okay to privilege human convenience over all other forms of life…
If it’s okay to replace the wondrous diversity of nature
With cement & Soylent green…
If it’s okay to destroy the lives of animals who share
Ninety per cent of their genes with us,
Then why not those who share 99% or, for that matter 99.9%?
When a part of Life begins to think like that,
It is no longer a part of the Tree of Life.
And the Tree of Life, who has been around, you know,
And seen a thing or two.
And the Tree of Life, you know, is 4.5
Billion
Years old.
And survived asteroids! And volcanoes! And ice ages!
And its immune system will destroy any cancers
Any cancers that threaten the integrity of the whole.
You see:
It is no longer Life if it is all human beings and their great green machines.
The very essence of Life is the dance, the joy, the variety.
A maniacal macho monoculture is not really Life.
Something would occur
And since all remaining life would be forced to concur
POOF!
Out it would go.
Only a momentary waft of smoked ruins.
The death of all life and none left to
Remember or to mourn.
Just as cancer untreated kills the patient,
So too does unrelenting greed kill the planet.
Hopefully, on some other whirling Eden
Orbiting some other far-flung and lucky
Solar System another Tree of Life
Even now is playing, dancing, singing, choosing
Even now, it is living, loving, changing, learning.
Even now, it is thriving and this Other Earth,
That Earth has smart species a plenty
But they enjoy each other’s company.
I like to imagine that earth,
You know, just in case.
But…
I also like to imagine that we can look at what we’re doing
I like to imagine that we can look at where we’re headed.
And change course.
Before it’s too late.
I like to think we will.
How about you?
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