Everyone of these pictures here, blurred by the people or algorithms of this platform, are completely normal. Totally, absolutely normal.
The mere idea that anything in the natural world can be seen as damaging to our modern sensibilities speaks volumes of our disconnection. We of the Cutlery Clan, the evolved and civilized. We who decide our children’s sex with a scalpel or a petri dish. We who encase the earth in concrete and then grow food on rooftops and laboratories. We who drain aquifers, poison our waterways, and strip away life flush with biodiversity to grow monocrop death. We who use dollars to determine worth.
We are so very, very clever.
The civilized have crowned themselves arbiters of acceptability and we all fall in line.
Oh, our colonialized minds. Mother England and her great prowess. Her dictates so drilled down into our neurons and synapses, entrenched in our worldview, that we think they are our own. Centuries of dividing humans from the natural world and shackling them to her sensibilities. She got us good.
And so it continues. This great wedge between the Laws of Nature and the profit driven norms sprinkled in our every gulp of oxygen by the people that want you to know how you should think.
This place is rife with it. And from what I hear, so is the rest of the stuff swarming behind screens.
That’s not my world. My world is dank and raw, full of life and death. My world has community. Toughness and gruffness. Respect and helping hands at the ready. There is blood and shit and guts and there is love and wild ideas and humans sucking the marrow from the bones of their kill.
But, what happens to the screened in? The ones that don’t have that distinction. The ones that google something and are shown what the big boys want them to see? The ones that are told, by hazed out images, that the natural world is abnormal. It’s savage. It’s barbaric.
Who do they end up thinking they are? Do they become the people that rule over us? Politicians to monitor? Teachers to teach? The “evolved” to guide our way? Caretakers of the earth? But what, even, is our big, beautiful Earth to them?
Open your box and chew. Swallow lies and let them form the foundation of your being. Wrap yourself in a climate controlled life. Discomfort means it’s wrong. Physical work is beyond our capabilities. Leave it to the robots and the peons.
Use the comforts of sloth to buffer that nagging little itch that whispers “something’s not quite right”.
Challenges and hardships used to be recognized as opportunities to grow and expand. Now we worship emotion as if it’s truth and demand the world acquiesce to our failings. Who grows and learns, becomes more than they are, when the world around them is shushing them to sleep with lullaby lies? No one. And that’s why we are becoming nations of adult children. Infantilized forever in our cocoon of make believe.
Be a good citizen. Do what you’re told. We have your best interest at heart. Go back to your tv and bag of doritos.
Fuck that. We are responsible for our actions. Our self respect trumps their seal of approval. When things offend, look within. Question your conditioning at every turn. Why would anyone want to be someone else’s puppet? Question it all and have the balls to admit you’re wrong. I’m wrong! We’re all wrong!
But Nature is never wrong. She knows we’re animals just like the animals know we’re animals. There’s a place for us in this world. We fit. We belong. Dirty faces and bloody hands, feet grounded on Her skin. We belong.
If you don’t get that, it’s only because you have more work to do. In the meantime, stuff your pointed finger into your pocket and spend your time being a better human with the time you’ve got.