Whatever They Think

Even cutting down living trees for building primitive, tiny structures seems violent to me now — something a survivalist might build in the woods. Picking up riffraff isn’t quite as bad but is there enough for everyone?
Considering that there are billions of people on the planet and the billions upon billions of trees that’ll need to be chopped down for their not-always-tiny homes, seems like considering war.
Can’t we just build everything with hemp?
It seems that hemp might have made itself available for this kind of abuse because it responds so well to it — cycling in almost no time while a tree needs so much time to become a tree with plans to be the air we breathe and home to other living everything-the-world-needs-kind-of leaves and barks and seeds and critters crawling and climbing to their tallest heights and down around their feet and in and out everywhere.
Bamboo could be used as it grows fast too — and rocks except that lots of things live under rocks and moving them means moving someone’s home.
It’s just a violent world we live in.
Violence everywhere that seems impossible to steer clear of.
The Jains take nonviolence to extremes and even mask their mouths to keep from killing things in the air they breathe.
When did humans become so nonchalant about killing whatever they think deserves killing?
I guess I should have been a butterfly or Princess Pollyanna.


Tell Me Something

The woman said, “I even have respect for ticks — they have a place in the bigger scheme of things — they are food for reptiles, amphibians, birds and the awesome opossums. And it has never been guaranteed that life will be pain-free. We must find a way to live among things and protect ourselves the best that we are able without thinking first of killing all the things we think are in our way.”

Seems that everything has found a way to circle life in some better way than humans do.

As I was walking down the street today I saw a pair of javelinas and got scared at first but suddenly found great pleasure in watching them jump to run the way they do and it was a pair — maybe a mother and father — but they didn’t have any little ones walking and jumping with them. They were very cute, looked a lot like bristly piggies. And I thought, “I wonder if someone would shoot them if they caught them eating on their cactus” and then I wanted to go and plant some cactus for them but they seemed to be quite sure what they were after and turned around a corner and disappeared in shrubs without any care about abrasion.

And then I thought, “It must feel wonderful to run free like that looking for their food and having fun not having to work at any job, following one another”, until I thought about that person with a gun that might just shoot them.

A human.

Tell me something good. Don’t tell me “You ain’t got no kind of feeling inside.”

Humans need to change in the shortest order.


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