Be one with nature.
We are supposed to respect nature. Yet, nature can be such a bitch.
I agree with the overall premise of respecting our natural neighbours. But I saw an ugly side of nature yesterday. I was cutting down a few dead branches, when the soothing trickle of a stream whispered for me to come closer.
As I approached, I saw the weight of the snow from this past winter had bent the alder bushes into the stream's path. Mother's source, water, was being blocked by stubborn trees not wanting to die, but not having enough life to rise again.
I was sad.
In the coming years, these bushes will block the waterflow like a beaver's dam and I will lose the laughter of the joyful water.
Those bushes don't have the energy to rise up. They are not trees. They don't have the DNA of their tree cousins. Their lot in life is to populate the land like a disease. They don't have aspirations of beauty.
So enter the chain saw.
Their doom is told by their unwillingness to reach for the stars. Their complacency is their ultimate destruction.
They will eventually die a slow drowning death.
Drowning has to be the worst way to die.
Nature is allowing them to suffer.
Nature is allowing them to think they are still alive.
Their fate is sealed.
And nature knows it.
What a bitch.
Murderer. Killer. Slaughterer.
The chain saw cuts the throats of those poor bushes in an instant. The pain is over. The sadness is gone.
The brook rejoiced.
The children cried.
The fish laughed.
And nature sat back in her rocking chair contemplating her next dick move.
What a bitch!
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