Things

...it is all about the things, isn't it?

...you can touch and taste and feel and hear and see and smell things. All manner of things and things decay and rot and disappear and even sometimes reappear. There are living things and dead things and things supposed to never have a life to begin with, but I believe all things are living, alive. Even rocks and soil. (soil was proven alive eons ago)

There is vacuous space in between the crystals of rock where life inhabits. There is vacuous and unexplained space that microscopically separates the different tissues of a person or animal too. And all things when broken down to the smallest common denominator seem without a reason to exist. Dust in the myriad of winds.

So when did people become things? Expendable and unnecessary things? I'm not just talking human folk here either but all the beasts of bi-peds and all the low creatures on all fours. We treat ourselves less than we do our possessions and find that the more life that inhabits something, the greater chance of snuffing that light-life out of it. The beaten dog and traumatized cat or eaten frog. We consume and congest ourselves with the decay of others. And have not risen our self above the station of what we were. In fact, we have devolved ourselves into a lower creature that only learned how to walk upright, for I see far more empathy and compassion from ants towards their own kind than they (people) do among mankind. But now...we are breakable and expendable and thrown out with yesterday's trash. Bodies lying in heaps upon one another and a whispered voice echoing mad movies from long ago.

It is thought to be inhuman to be cannibals. It is thought to be feral and unholy and not proper, and yet, it is common. Quite human and beast alike to cull the herd among themselves. Survival of the fittest doesn't mean to equip the weak with armor and sword and send them out to battle. It means that you ARE only as strong as your weakest link. And we are a lot of weak and useless, lifeless ore. I have become desensitized to the melee. I have become immune to the tears of the children and old alike and become hardened with each breathe consuming the oxygen of this place every single time a tree is cut and no seed put back in its place. We fancy ourselves superior because we can fathom entities we cannot see and believe in some divine providence and that somewhere and somehow there is a place of our own personal heaven that awaits us above all other living things, save dogs and cats.

How dare! We are the vermin and rot in this universe. We need to expend our efforts to creating a lasting legacy that allows ALL creatures great and small to live in unity. But alas, a gal can dream and can dream big but alone cannot make the spectacle of such. I merely sit and take notes on whom should stay and go and evolve and in my own perfect fantasy decide who should rule and how and what areas...for now I am the sum of my broken body and my mind and the dev'lish thoughts held therein...for now...~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.