The Lion mates for hours with his harem, indulges first in their fresh kill, and then he sleeps. He does this over and over again until he is dethroned by a younger more powerful lion — he goes off to die alone and becomes food for the hyenas, vultures, and bacteria.
Debt, credit, the IOU with interest, are significant tools used by the few to enslave the many. No such tools exist in all that is non-human — energy expensed equals energy received with no imterest. Abolish these tools and the few lose a means to their disproportional and unnaturual control, power, and wealth.
How do I know paper or electronic money has no true value? Observe how all that is non-human functions day in and day out without an exchange of paper, coin, or plastic.
The human inward longs for the freedom of the non-human outward, but the human outward has stripped the human inward naked.
What is the human being worth minus fresh water, clean oceans, healthy soil, abundant wild life, pure air, and the sun? Zero. We have over-valued the worth of ourselves. We have egos larger than our self-created gods in our own image. Ask our fellow man, woman, and child…those that survived and witnessed the worst from typhoon Haiyan….what they think about my premise…only they have the enlightened disposition at this blink of time to answer true or false. The rest of us are sedate with full bellies, mind numbing TV, and shelter…oblivious to the power and uncaring nature of the universe and beyond.
A significant piece of music and video combination.
Thank you White Spark for this music…it is perfect.
Life From The Lifeless
Spirits and illusions have died,
The naked mind lives
In the beauty of inanimate things.
Flowers wither, grass fades, trees wilt,
The forest is burnt;
The rock is not burnt.
The deer starve, the winter birds
Die on their twigs and lie
In the blue dawns in the snow.
Men suffer want and become
Curiously ignoble; as prosperity
Made them curiously vile.
But look how noble the world is,
The lonely-flowing waters, the secret-
Keeping stones, the flowing sky.
By Robinson Jeffers