The Art of Non Sense

We make war we make love.  We make up we put down.  We run around we shut down.

We construct things to pleasure ourselves in ways that are corrosively destructive to a closed system that supplies us with everything needed for our very survival.  

At the expense of all else, we have evolved to take out any opportunity for all other life forms to be blessed with the opportunities that we have so deliciously squandered, in the pursuit of our own fear based greed.  Like salivating demented lost and wandering ghosts, we continue to slurp from an increasingly depleted bowl of biological soup, ignoring all others who have done nothing to poison the menu.

Free will, a stratospheric event, a rapid rise, this was a trifecta that afforded us the luxury of choosing to begin a process of elimination.  We are still choosing to eliminate all around and under us.  All of these choices are based and rooted in a completely vain attempt to convince ourselves in our frantic futile search that we actually belong, that we are a part of something, something that even now is attempting to warn us.  As reality ratchets the pressure on our weary eye lids, in a last ditch effort to blind us to what is really happening, this ongoing insane arrogance that we have chosen, is playing itself out on a daily basis in a quickening feedback loop. 

​The resultant evidence is bearing rotten fruit from seeds sown.  After lifetimes of shitting on their environment, our rapidly developing apartness from all that other unimportant dispensable stuff is chucking the crap back.  Fanning the flames of change is not something we do naturally, that’s nature’s domain.

We may bring down a planet to our level.  But by God she will crush us into basement dust on the way out.

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