Ever since I first arrived at an understanding of my own responsibleness, I have often voiced an opinion about how human beings are a disease upon the Earth. Yes, m'self included. We plunder her surface and her depths for the benefit of none other than ourselves, ravage her secret treasures and leave nothing behind but scars where once grew tangled beauty.

While Earth grows feverish from  our domination, her hallucinations induce new villains upon whose mares we ride to abet what we have done to our own selves. Stare wildly around you, my friends; look into the weavings of shadows and see how we, thieves, go on stealing our own futures!

Just as though we subsist in books filled with stories, we live in artificial realities of our own making. Unlike storybooks, we don't close the pages 'til we die and so, from them, the artifacts of misapprehension constantly spill to soil our minds and those of onlookers, innocents made guilty by their nearness. Those realities came not from a single mind to be expressed upon a page of record; we live in the midst of them, never mindful as though we have, unaware, cast demons upon ourselves.

Pawns of these demons we've created, we cannot act other than as though their realnesses are firm. Look about and listen; hear the dire results! Wars and pestilence now ravage us and take our own treasures while we still scour Earth for hers. Those who first created those demons have been dead for generations. Those who harp after them to keep them alive now outnumber those of us who watch and listen and, believing, suffer in shocked silence while our lives become emptied, and the contents of our pockets get taken from us.

¹ We no longer need artifices to spread the news evil thrives in our midst. The devices men contrived to exemplify its nature have become manipulated to where they are eviler than that which they were meant to conquer. Armies fight in the names of those devices to perpetuate the vested interests they have been perverted to support. Other armies rise to fight in the same devices' names, but in support for other interests who use the devices' names to distract their duped pawns from the real business at hand; and so mankind depletes his numbers from what they might have been, and Earth can sigh, for she still lives a while.

While wearing sweat-damped garb, we parade and think ourselves so beautiful we should be beheld by all. We must be beheld by Earth like we'd look aghast at mold grown on a peach; and we must think like she: "But for the presence of this one pestilence, this skin would be pure, complete, and whole."

And so, the demons come while Nature seeks her balance. We'll eat. We'll grow fat and we'll die. Not until our children's time, or that of their children, will the fulcrum swing to Nature's side. We will eat. 'tis they who'll starve and know firsthand the demons we both now know of.

When you reach the age of understanding your own responsibleness, bear all of this in mind.

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¹ Those of you who've been visiting here know this was written long before the events of Sept 11, 2001      RETURN