Some will say that wanting to own wood is wrong. And perhaps it is. But the thought of continuing on this path… It’s too much for me. And so earth day passes just like every other day. I’ve tried to make the claim that truth is but the first casualty. Yet all is hidden in the fun of a holiday-like day. So what audience do I deserve if the truth is desperately trying to get out? We do not need such a day, you know. If we could only be a bit more responsible. Yes. There. I’ve said it. The truth is about responsible. Not so much responsible in the morale sense of right and wrong. But in the lateral movement of evolution. I mean, come on, is there really a difference between looking up to the sky directly or looking for it at the end of a horizon? No matter. Most of the/our attention goes to some form of fictional characterization – like the cuteness offered by Hobbits or forgotten unicorns and let’s not misplace big eared mice that have a political agenda. No. I won’t forget yesterday because it didn’t really happen – although we think/imagine it did. How can it happen with all those big bad wolfs in the desert that used to be our forest?
Just some after thoughts. After writing. Typing. Dreaming. Searching out (my) pickled brain.
Rant on.
-tgs-
