Cycles

It's a good day for staying in.  I love days like this every now and then.  Rainy.  Dark.  Still.  It reminds me it's okay to take it easy.  Nature has its seasons and its cycles, and so do we.  There's no need to rush all the time.  Change is coming.  It always is when it rains like this.  Sometimes it snows.  The trees are saturated.  every inch of their bark is wet.  That must feel wonderful to a tree.  They seem happy in the rain.  They can take a long pause and let their processes flow effortlessly.  

The rain brings change without force and without self-will.  And so it is.  It's not a sharp ending.  It's a gradual shift, and every increment is a reality.  There is a very profound meaning in that if you meditate on it.  We are more tree than IT.  We are happiest in the flow.  Humans created four seasons.  We like knives and boxes, don't we.  But that is random.  It's just language.  Categories are language, and most "disciplines" are nothing more than language and motor skills.

You know how to impress someone?  Speak a language they don't understand.  Nature has many languages we don't know and are, apparently, uninterested in observing.  Because we don't speak them, we dismiss them.  We destroy them, just like the colonists destroyed the indigenous peoples, just because they were different, just because they didn't understand them.  It is a great tragedy and misfortune, the destruction of a species or group of people.

When will we seek balance?  When will we allow species to roam free as they were divinely intended to do?  Control and eradication are nothing more than fear.  We put the orangutan in a prison to observe because we fear.  We study.  Why do we do this?  Even the crocodile has the same basic skeletal structure as a human.  Even a frog and a rabbit has the same basic form and symmetry.  Ponder this some time.  You will see that all categories and sub-classifications are nothing more than language, and that they are totally unnecessary.  

The Native Americans understood this.  Some used the term "brother wolf."  The settlers found this naive.  But the Native Americans tribes were right.  And they had a better understanding of the wolf because they comprehended the similarities instead of fearing the differences.  They did not fear the wolf, though the wolf was a different species, but the settlers feared the Native Americans though they were so much the same.

We think nature is fear.  Nature has no fear.  In nature there is only threat and response, or complete and total repose.  That's it.  Humans fear.  Why?  Because somehow our evaluation went the path of reinforcing differences over similarities.  We think it's intelligence.  It really isn't.

My favorite art form is pen and ink.  In pen and ink, you see the form and structure.  There is no distraction.  When observing skeletons, it's much the same.  Walk through a natural history museum, and you will see the form and structure.  Try it sometime.  Walk around and see if you observe the pattern.  Look at two human skeletons side by side.  There is no black and white.  There is no male or female.  There is no hair color, eye color, etc . . .  You won't notice them on a dog or cat or dinosaur either.  But what you will notice is that we are not so different.  We are essentially the same.  Then what gives us the right to over-populate the planet, conquer, displace, or eradicate another species or even another group of people so much like ourselves?

Some day we will scale it back.  That would be the true march of progress:  get our trash out of the ocean, clean our air, sleep like normal human beings again, eat actual food with seeds in it, and, for God's sake, let other species live where they were intended to live.