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I find the grass in constant growing pain. Sometimes it is green or brown and suffocated under leaves or snow or ill-placed human conveniences. It is sometimes gashed open to make way for feet and sometimes the feet don't wait. It is never noticed or appreciated until it grows too long and humans inflict traumatic degradation by mowing. And it never retaliates. Ever.
But if I plucked a tuft of grass, I could show you universes. Universes inside universes so compact that we only see what we think we can and claim it 'just so.' I could then place that tuft of grass (roots attached) in a cup of soil and grow universes in my room or in my car or in a window sill. I could witness a miracle a day or more if I bothered. But I am a human. I trample universes; their growth is stunted under my feet.
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I find the grass in constant growing pain. Sometimes it is green or brown and suffocated under leaves or snow or ill-placed human conveniences. It is sometimes gashed open to make way for feet and sometimes the feet don't wait. It is never noticed or appreciated until it grows too long and humans inflict traumatic degradation by mowing. And it never retaliates. Ever.
But if I plucked a tuft of grass, I could show you universes. Universes inside universes so compact that we only see what we think we can and claim it 'just so.' I could then place that tuft of grass (roots attached) in a cup of soil and grow universes in my room or in my car or in a window sill. I could witness a miracle a day or more if I bothered. But I am a human. I trample universes; their growth is stunted under my feet.
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I really wanted to get something onto paper, so this is what happened. Nothing else really needs explaining.
EDIT: A necessary edit has taken place.
EDIT: A necessary edit has taken place.
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I came to a realization a few weeks ago that nature is...I can think of no better way to describe it...ecstatically servile to man. It behaves like the ancient east asian women who killed themselves by the thousands when princes passed away. You pull grass out of the ground, the grass says "pull me again! I am yours to pull!" Nature gives us so many things too: Food, sunlight(vitamin D: natural anti-depressant), water, beauty. It's a pulse and, though we do get a little lost in our bigass monkey brains, we are part of that pulse. I don't believe in "save the TREEEEESSS!" because the trees don't want to be saved. They love us like the house elves in harry potter love wizards. Plus, we CAN'T destroy nature. Nature is far larger than us and will overcome our trivial nuclear waste and greenhouse gas emissions. All the sun has to do is let its gut grow out a leetle beet and we're all kentucky fried supermonkeys. anyway, this I believe