10.2005.III

Am here for reasons that are unknown to me.

Humans are a mistake.

A brief disconnect in a long sleepy continuous line.

Life.

Oh.

Nature is not supposed to spawn a destroyer.

Humans.

Leaves are turning again.

Wheels are turning..

For the leaves its always the same.

The leaves.

They don’t care.

They bud in spring.

Turn green in summer.

Turn yellow, orange and red in fall.

In winter leaves rest.

And fall.

Then it starts over again.

With little buds.

A cycle.

For thousands and millions of years.

And humans?

It’s difficult to not be needed.

To have no purpose.

To be a predator.

Endless perpetuity.

Violence and greed.

What is the point?

We wake up.

And we fall asleep.

I believe in no deity.

But, I hope there is one.

Life.

No importance. No purpose. No future.

No past.

Esoterica.

Human folly..

A tree has more purpose than a human.

A purpose greater than itself.

No ego.

No sense of importance.

What do we know about trees?

It provides shade.

It can be hugged.

You never have to let go.

It will let you lean on it.

But it can’t tell you that it loves you.

Your only affirmation is your love for it.

Dogs are another story.

And much more convenient.

Love is not an attribute.

It is in their nails.

And toes.

Skin.

It is the only thing that makes me tingle.

Love.

Is.

You say you’re conscious?

Is consciousness a precursor of kindness?

Or is consciousness ability to do evil?

Is kindness and cruelty defined by having a choice?

If there were no choices.

Then there would be true purpose.

A purpose larger than ourselves.

A continous line.

No disconnect.

I am here for reasons that are unknown to me.

The wheels keep on turning.

Humans keep on burning.