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Posted by susan47 on August 28, 2008, at 14:48:39
It isn't just the innocent that need guarding, not just the chipmunks, butterflies, and birds, it's the dinosaurs, the dragons, the scavengers the ugly ones it's the sad songs the bad songs it's the wicked and the infamous, the insane and the guarded .. nature shadows us in our temperaments, she displays the magnificence of the lost, and we are losing her, we are losing her, we are losing ourselves.
Posted by WaterSapphire on August 29, 2008, at 1:52:37
In reply to The Innocent, posted by susan47 on August 28, 2008, at 14:48:39
You are right Susan...So many things and people need guarding and love. So many things would shine so much if so much was not being lost. What is the point in all this loss I often ask myself.
Everyone is in such a hurry they fail to see what is happening all around them. The things that have turned sour perhaps could have been protected. I only hope and pray there is always time to make things better...
Posted by susan47 on August 29, 2008, at 13:25:39
In reply to Re: The Innocent, posted by WaterSapphire on August 29, 2008, at 1:52:37
> You are right Susan...So many things and people need guarding and love. So many things would shine so much if so much was not being lost. What is the point in all this loss I often ask myself.
> Everyone is in such a hurry they fail to see what is happening all around them. The things that have turned sour perhaps could have been protected. I only hope and pray there is always time to make things better...If we cannot even, as human beings, right a wrong therapy, if we cannot even show ourselves kindness within kindness, a career of kindness showing itself to be unafraid and loving,
how on earth can we hope to save something as fragile as a sparrow. And birds are dying all around us.
They are doing roadwork on the major street near my dear ex-h's house, (whom I rent a room from, whom I need to separate from, badly, once again, this time permanently and oh God I need to be healthy) ... I need to be healthy.
In any case, because there has been an absence of traffic, it is astounding how quiet it is.
There is no birdsong.
The world is strangely quiet.
Has anyone noticed?The birds have stopped singing.
It is too quiet.
Posted by WaterSapphire on August 29, 2008, at 16:03:42
In reply to Re: The Innocent, posted by susan47 on August 29, 2008, at 13:25:39
It is a mess. You see so much roadwork, and so few birds. I did get to see some birds outside our apartment yesterday. They were the first I had seen in awhile. When the only noise comes from the hubbub of machinery, and it has chased all of nature away...this too has become a different sort of silence. It is the world and what is going on with it, that is hurting things so. People need to realize this. I so love to be in the forest, or in the countryside. Even that is being taken away where my parents are. Everything is being built up to feed a neverending idea of so called progress.
Posted by susan47 on September 15, 2008, at 15:11:35
In reply to Re: The Innocent, posted by WaterSapphire on August 29, 2008, at 16:03:42
I've just returned from a very long, long road trip, to Los Angeles, city of Concrete Jungle, and heard no birdsong for almost two weeks. By yesterday, and I don't know if it was a reason for my feeling so low, suicidal yet again dear Susan, when will I learn that my existential angst is only increased by aforementioned illicit substance, when will I learn that as I drive ego out of every cell of my being, I annihilate physically also that which gives my spirit wings .. my physical body is crumbling, my body is one day to become a monument, to what? "Swimming in a Sea of Death" by David Rieff ... this reading will make me insane, surely this is the existential push into oblivion .. or something like that, some such nonsense, coming out of an ego screaming in pain, no, please don't take me, not now not ever please NO!
How nicely a road visit to LA put this all into perspective, this existential fear of being/not being, when hell was where I lived, how more closely can one come to hell than a society entirely dependent upon fossil fuel, the one thing that is annihilating the fabric of that very society not inch by inch, but pouund-by-carbon-pound, dirty guzzling freaking automobile/planes/trains/Disney adventures in Space, the diesel fumes will kill you while you get your thrill, dear Walt was this what you had in mind, people spending three days wandering your concrete jungle in the heat of a world gone dead while your Futureworld boasts of the miracle of never needing to eat or drink, or sleep or go to the bathroom, when in truth all this media hype has killed us, our brains are depressed with the inability to Work for Pleasure anymore, to grow our own food, bear our children as we were intended to, live as a society in dependence upone one another .. the end will come as surely as we have lived.
Please, God, is faith all there is left? Are people really listening, Anywhere?
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