Dr. KIP REDICK
Religion RSTD 337
LE, KIM-CHI
January 27, 2007
My mother and her activities
My mother is a Vietnamese lady. She had a good education in her city. She was very delicate and active. Most people in the city knew very much about her.
She had grown up in Sadec, a small city in the Southwestern part of the former Republic of Viet-Nam. My mother has repeatedly said to us: “Sadec is only a small city, so don’t have any opportunity to performing what I want to do.” My grand parents sent her to Saigon, former Capital of South Viet-Nam, in order to pursue her study at a famous College there. After accomplishing the college degree education in Saigon, she then returned to her home city to organize and open a private elementary school and a home economics school of which she has run by her self. She was very successful with her schools. The registered and attended in those schools is progressively up and up while in the public school it lessened and lessened. After few years, the mayor of her city invited her to join (her talented) the city to run school together. She refused. Finally, the mayor forced her to close her elementary school. Then she could only run the home economics school. I remembered on one day, she taught how to prepare the ‘LE HA” boneless chicken to a class of about ten students. Each of them had prepared stuffing ready and put it in each separate bowl, then placed a fresh hen with intact skin in front of each student. My mother also had one. She held up the chicken and showed it in front of the class, then step by step she explained to students how to work to debone the hen. Students listened took notes. Then she started from the body and cut off each leg at thigh joint. With short sharp pointed knife, she makes an incision the length of spine, cutting through both skin and flesh. She holds the tip of knife as close to the skeleton as possible, she pushed back skin and flesh as bones are loosened. From the shoulder blade, she cut from side to side until she reaches the center front breast bone. Now the bones can be removed easily. Then she took all the bones out. Now, she holds the deboned chicken and said start. Her students started then she went around looking what they were doing. Some of them did very good job, but some did very funny that tear off one leg, one wing, in front, in the back etc…This was a very interesting class, I like it the most. Then were stubbed in their chickens and baked. After they were done, the chickens which were not torn look very pretty. The ones which were torn look very funny.
In the home economic class my mother used to wear pants and blouse with short sleeves, limited jewelry, little make up, she look very strong. When she taught in the elementary class, she wore a Vietnamese long dress, plenty jewelry on. She is very thin about 111 lbs., 5.5 feet high. She has dark brown and shining eyes. Her forehead is large. Her nose is delicately flared. Her lips are rosebud. Her beautiful smile with perfect white teeth lit up a room like the rising sun in an early summer morning. Her hands are long with tapered fingers. She looks very strong on her yellow skin. Her hair was black and long, she made her hair like a flower which made people admired her.
My mother was very intelligent and courageous. She took care of her children very careful. My father died when she was very young, but she didn’t marry again and stayed single until the last day of her life. She died in 1972. I will miss her forever.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Saturday, March 17, 2007
The problem with written history and reality, Kelly Moody
After all of these presentations on The Ecology of Eden, I have been reflecting on the nature of our view on our world. I know that things are going to shambles, and we're caught in a place trying to figure out how to fix the problem, but is it as bad as we make it seem? I just feel like our perspective, our relative place in time allows us to see this as the end of times, the dark ages of ecology, that its all exponentially leading up to some prime point of destruction or ultimate end. Are we seeing the truth of the situation or are we merely shaped by the things around us that give us facts, numbers, images of the past and present? Because we can see the way we do unique to the modern condition, does this mean we are seeing the truth in the situation? The biggest difference in the way modern society sees their world versus before, is the act of written history, which wasn't something practiced until only recently in the way we understand it today. It seems that everything is exponentially leading up to something big that we are getting closer to because we have this skewed view shaped by written history, and of course you can write down more about what has recently happened because you have that capacity, and the capacity keeps growing. What enables you to communicate to the future generation what you want them to know keeps it in this cyclic progression, and with that progression is the image of some kind of faster and faster growth. I noticed this the most in my Human Adaptation class, how things from the Miocene, Pliocene and Pleistocene times were ordered in MILLIONS of years instead of hundreds or tens of years like they are now. This happens because of the medium we use to understand time, and history, we write it down. In that time, there wasn't such a technology so we are applying ours now to that time. It's hard to have a clear picture of a time that wasn't ordered the way it is now. We have archaeological evidence to order what we can, and we try to write it all out but it is all great generalizations and great assumptions and moldings into the way we want to see things. I have a feeling that the way we see history is GREATLY skewed so i try to see through a lot of things we learn in that class as just mere assumptions but not truths. Paul Shepard talks about this in The Tender Carnivore and the Sacred Game also in his section on "On the Significance of Being Shaped by the Past."
"History as we know it has declared that what was not written was of little importance. It has compared primitives unfavorably with ourselves or patronized them. It has discovered heroes only in terms of the state. And it has subordinated its essential functions, invading life and being by ideology and ecological apartheid." (Shepard xxviii)
Though I am concerned about our environment, and I see that there is a significant problem we face, I also think that our view of our times against the past is a product of the specific mechanisms that currently mediate our existence. It is only natural really for there to be this bias. In 100 years it will be the same way. This sense of fatalism is not as immediate a concern as we always like to think. There will always be issues, even if we solve these, more will be created, and they will seem worse because of the mechanisms of that time enabling it so. The mechanisms of the time bit the best with the understanding of the problems of the time. Maybe we should all look at the world in the light of deep evolution, holistically, and maybe independent of our relative time for a moment to see how the past and future are all really the same. We're just one point in time, on an infinite scale, trying to make sense of our place on this scale.
"A different experience of self--of history--truly explores the bonds among men and between them and other life and non-life, even to the rocks and seas, recognizing that the genesis of these connections belongs in time and that they function only in continuity. The perspective of time is the only clue to our identity and, in its transforming realization, the hope of our ecological maturity." ( Shepard xxviii)
"History as we know it has declared that what was not written was of little importance. It has compared primitives unfavorably with ourselves or patronized them. It has discovered heroes only in terms of the state. And it has subordinated its essential functions, invading life and being by ideology and ecological apartheid." (Shepard xxviii)
Though I am concerned about our environment, and I see that there is a significant problem we face, I also think that our view of our times against the past is a product of the specific mechanisms that currently mediate our existence. It is only natural really for there to be this bias. In 100 years it will be the same way. This sense of fatalism is not as immediate a concern as we always like to think. There will always be issues, even if we solve these, more will be created, and they will seem worse because of the mechanisms of that time enabling it so. The mechanisms of the time bit the best with the understanding of the problems of the time. Maybe we should all look at the world in the light of deep evolution, holistically, and maybe independent of our relative time for a moment to see how the past and future are all really the same. We're just one point in time, on an infinite scale, trying to make sense of our place on this scale.
"A different experience of self--of history--truly explores the bonds among men and between them and other life and non-life, even to the rocks and seas, recognizing that the genesis of these connections belongs in time and that they function only in continuity. The perspective of time is the only clue to our identity and, in its transforming realization, the hope of our ecological maturity." ( Shepard xxviii)
Zach Fauver Wonder of Creation
“We get so preoccupied with ourselves, the words we speak the plans and projects we conceive that we become immune to the glory of creation. We barely notice the cloud passing over the moon or the dewdrops clinging to the rose leaves. The ice on the pond comes and goes. The wild blackberries ripen and wither. The blackbird nests outside our bedroom window. We don’t see her. We avoid the cold and the heat. We refrigerate ourselves in summer and entomb ourselves in plastic in winter. We rake up every leaf as fast as it falls. We are so accustomed to buying prepackaged meats and fish and fowl in supermarkets we never think and blink about the bounty of God’s creation. We grow complacent and lead practical lives. We miss the experience of awe, reverence, and wonder.” –Brennan Manning
Our American society in general has lost is sense of natural wonder. People are so wrapped up in their plans and in gaining power and success that they pay no mind to the incredible world around them. I spent the past weak in Newark New Jersey, and a day in NYC. We worked with inner city kids the majority of the time, helping them with school, and just giving them much needed attention. It saddened my heart to know that some of these kids will spend their entire lives in this dirty, smelly, trash filled city. They will go to school here get a job here and fill another space in the projects when they are old enough, possibly never even seeing what is outside the city borders. They could go their whole lives and never experience the wonder found in Gods creation.
Others chose this life apart from wonder. They are the money hungry entrepreneurs in NYC. They may once or twice a year go to a fancy resort on the water in the Caribbean, but sill won’t truly get a sense of wonder. I would imagine that at the end of a life lived only for a carrier and prosperity; one will lay on his death bed wishing he had experienced more wonder in his life.
Our American society in general has lost is sense of natural wonder. People are so wrapped up in their plans and in gaining power and success that they pay no mind to the incredible world around them. I spent the past weak in Newark New Jersey, and a day in NYC. We worked with inner city kids the majority of the time, helping them with school, and just giving them much needed attention. It saddened my heart to know that some of these kids will spend their entire lives in this dirty, smelly, trash filled city. They will go to school here get a job here and fill another space in the projects when they are old enough, possibly never even seeing what is outside the city borders. They could go their whole lives and never experience the wonder found in Gods creation.
Others chose this life apart from wonder. They are the money hungry entrepreneurs in NYC. They may once or twice a year go to a fancy resort on the water in the Caribbean, but sill won’t truly get a sense of wonder. I would imagine that at the end of a life lived only for a carrier and prosperity; one will lay on his death bed wishing he had experienced more wonder in his life.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Gary Snyder's "Cold Mountain Poems" By Kelly Moody
After reading "Turtle Island" I became pretty infatuated with Gary Snyder and bought "Back Country" as well as looked up many more of his poems online. I went to New Hampshire over Spring Break to stay with a bunch of beatniks, artists, crazy hippies where The Frog was present for awhile and I was tossing around Gary Snyder and Zen literature when someone lent me "Rip Rap and Cold Mountain Poems" by Gary Snyder, which i had not read yet. I read it in a day and in that context it was amazing. I was in the snowy mountains, in the middle of nowhere, and i felt that I could relate to the poetry so much better in that environment. I would have never understood it quite the same reading it in Newport News. Nonetheless I became pretty obsessed with Gary Snyder's "Cold Mountain Poems" which are really remakes of another poet's verses he had written while living alone on a mountain around 627-650 A D. His name was Han-Shan. He wrote these poems in caves and random places that people found over the years. It was interesting to see the kind of world he noticed, the kind of reality that may have been revealed to him while he was living there alone, and without the same kind of social constructs that shape our world outside of solitary nature. The person that gave me "Rip Rap and Cold Mountain Poems" actually told me that he had tried living out on a mountain alone for a few weeks and was unsuccessful because of the monotonous that world gained, and the overwhelming lonliness he began to feel from transitioning from our world based on social interactions with other human beings as a basis for our own individual meaning and value to a world of a completely different order. It scares me how much we depend on each other to stay sane. How Han-Shan lasted out there(at least 30 years, and he died there too) baffles me. I feel as though he had to have had some kind of realization about the world around him that made him feel not so alone and that he belonged there. Me and my friend from New Hampshire who gave me Rip Rap began to talk about the communication you can gain with nature when being sumerged in it. You feel so alone but you realize you're not. He talked about from his own experience, a bird, nearby in a tree that was feeling the same heartache he was, for other people, for interaction, that the bird called out to its mate every day and from that they gained a bond. Looking at it from retrospect, realizing that you are not alone, that all creatures (trees, birds, fish, squirrels, whatever) share the same basis condition of procreation, just in differnt forms, therefore we must care about some of the same things. Realizing that shared emotion allows you to understand that you are never alone. Maybe we all need that kind of submersion into the wild at least once in our lives to realize so many things that we wouldn't realize otherwise in the world we can be so blinded by with structure and money and other people. The Native Americans do it, many other cultures do it too. "Cold Mountain Poems" has greatly affected me and Gary Snyder rewrites them very well for a Western mind to relate to. I just bought a big Gary Snyder Reader and I have been neglecting work for the rest of Spring Break reading all of the different things he has written.
A few exerpts:
"In my 1st thirty years of life
I roamed hundreds and thousands of miles.
walked by rivers through deep green grass
entered cities of boiling red dust
tried drugs, but couldn't make immortal;
read books and wrote poems on history.
today i'm back at Cold Mountain:
I'll sleep by the creek and purify my ears.
--
I settled at Cold Mountain long ago,
Already it seems like years and years.
Freely drifting, I prowl the woods and streams
and linger watching things themselves.
Men don't get this far into the mountains,
White clouds gather and billow.
Thin grass does for a mattress,
The blue sky makes a good quilt.
Happy with a stone underhead
Let heaven and earth go about their changes.
A few exerpts:
"In my 1st thirty years of life
I roamed hundreds and thousands of miles.
walked by rivers through deep green grass
entered cities of boiling red dust
tried drugs, but couldn't make immortal;
read books and wrote poems on history.
today i'm back at Cold Mountain:
I'll sleep by the creek and purify my ears.
--
I settled at Cold Mountain long ago,
Already it seems like years and years.
Freely drifting, I prowl the woods and streams
and linger watching things themselves.
Men don't get this far into the mountains,
White clouds gather and billow.
Thin grass does for a mattress,
The blue sky makes a good quilt.
Happy with a stone underhead
Let heaven and earth go about their changes.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Christopher Carter - The Ecology of Eden: Chapter 13 - Arcadia
3/11/07
I’ll start this off with one of the series of chapters I’d like to talk about in the book “The Ecology of Eden.” I found these sets of chapters to be incredibly fascinating, considering they are about a topic that I have a profound interest in; Arcadia. Specifically the myths and legends revolving around Greek society and history. Arcadia is “paradise”, but it is also the realization of a pastoral Eden on Earth.
However, it is not just paradise, it is filled with many bad thoughts and ideas, mainly the realization that there can never really be a paradise, which hurts especially when you have come so far. Melancholy in Pastoral is found in inevitable change, unrequited love, and death. However, the book states that “never before have so many people tried to live in Arcadia” p.145. Now, in Suburbia, we have our new found Arcadia, described in the book as “smooth shaven; chemical splashed lawns [that] replace grassland and brush”. I want to know how many people in American society actually think that Suburbia is close to Arcadia, or how many people are satisfied with Suburbia itself. I don’t think many would agree with the fact that Suburbia is “nice”. I think most people would imagine a lake house, or something of that sort.
I’ll start this off with one of the series of chapters I’d like to talk about in the book “The Ecology of Eden.” I found these sets of chapters to be incredibly fascinating, considering they are about a topic that I have a profound interest in; Arcadia. Specifically the myths and legends revolving around Greek society and history. Arcadia is “paradise”, but it is also the realization of a pastoral Eden on Earth.
However, it is not just paradise, it is filled with many bad thoughts and ideas, mainly the realization that there can never really be a paradise, which hurts especially when you have come so far. Melancholy in Pastoral is found in inevitable change, unrequited love, and death. However, the book states that “never before have so many people tried to live in Arcadia” p.145. Now, in Suburbia, we have our new found Arcadia, described in the book as “smooth shaven; chemical splashed lawns [that] replace grassland and brush”. I want to know how many people in American society actually think that Suburbia is close to Arcadia, or how many people are satisfied with Suburbia itself. I don’t think many would agree with the fact that Suburbia is “nice”. I think most people would imagine a lake house, or something of that sort.
Ecology of Eden - Nature simply "is"
3/11/07
The “Cloister and the Plow” was my favorite chapter in the Ecology of Eden. The chapter talks about Byzantium Monks that lived in cells around a central garden. Many people that witnessed these spectacles said that they “looked into a prefigured heaven”.
According to an account from the book, the St. Benedict monastery had “all necessaries” to be found within cloister walls. I think this is an amazing thought. To think that everything was found in these beautiful “Echoes of Eden” makes me want to actually make one of my own.
Many people thought that these were so perfect geometrically that they were heaven itself. Many people that I have talked to in my church relate to the fact that everything in nature is symmetrical and “planned”. Our body parts and many objects in nature are symmetrical and perfectly the same on both sides, many which say is a “miracle.” These phenomenon are natural, but many would say that the gardens transcended these things and brought us into an entirely new plane.
The Plow section of the chapter talks about a chain reaction that was brought about by the invention of the plow. Now that horses and work animals could plow fields, oats could be fed to horses and animals, which could in turn, pull the plow, which led to the stiff collar harness, which led to the iron shoe. These inventions led to the invention of many other inventions.
The “Cloister and the Plow” was my favorite chapter in the Ecology of Eden. The chapter talks about Byzantium Monks that lived in cells around a central garden. Many people that witnessed these spectacles said that they “looked into a prefigured heaven”.
According to an account from the book, the St. Benedict monastery had “all necessaries” to be found within cloister walls. I think this is an amazing thought. To think that everything was found in these beautiful “Echoes of Eden” makes me want to actually make one of my own.
Many people thought that these were so perfect geometrically that they were heaven itself. Many people that I have talked to in my church relate to the fact that everything in nature is symmetrical and “planned”. Our body parts and many objects in nature are symmetrical and perfectly the same on both sides, many which say is a “miracle.” These phenomenon are natural, but many would say that the gardens transcended these things and brought us into an entirely new plane.
The Plow section of the chapter talks about a chain reaction that was brought about by the invention of the plow. Now that horses and work animals could plow fields, oats could be fed to horses and animals, which could in turn, pull the plow, which led to the stiff collar harness, which led to the iron shoe. These inventions led to the invention of many other inventions.
Friday, March 2, 2007
Aliens, Ghosts, and some self-involved babble -- Amy D. Ouypron
So I'm at home, back in "rural" Greene County, VA... I just stepped back inside from getting some fresh air and a nice gaze at the landscape and consequently, will now enjoy sharing some insightful babble.
When I was a little kid I was often left all alone for a good part of the night while my dad was off working at one restaurant or another. If you already don't know, I live in a somewhat rural area below the Blue Ridge Mountains where a number of fields connect that float up a not so large, but still significant, mountain. I remember when I was little I would entertain myself one way or another, and if I dared, I might go outside to attempt to play basketball and work on my nonexistent skills. Sometimes, no, often, I would miss and my wonderful glow in the dark ball would end up rolling down the hill behind the court--how architecturally ingenious! Well damn; that was it. Either I go back inside and watch my fathers collection of classic Elvis movies (indeed an Asian thing) or suck it up and enter the woods. Well big deal, it was only trees and dirt right? Well eventually I would gather the courage to carefully journey into the woods, my heart pounding and my eyes set on my trophy. However, as soon as I reached the ball I would quickly snatch it up and then sprint as fast as I could back up to the lit porch, or maybe even into the house first. Why? Well duh-- there were like witches and ghosts in the woods! I mean maybe a childhood of cheap independent horror flicks didn't aid to this reality, but for the most part, during the day the woods were a place of "pretend Narnia" and enchantments, but at night... at night when I sat downstairs with the two huge uncurtained windows no more than five feet away, who the heck knew what could be staring in at me! Anyways, an interesting childhood indeed!
Another oddity that was apart of my imaginative mind was the idea of aliens. I used to dream that something would come and invade our lands, that suddenly I needed to gather my favorite pets (god speed to the rest of them!) and escape from the "crazy alien lights" that were flowing over the land in search of human prey! So as in my dream, in reality I always thought that if ever such an event did occur, I would either run deep into the hay fields (I was not so tall then) and lay flat on the ground letting the plants engulf me and shield my body from the lights. Either that or I would hike deep into the woods and find a cave under a large rock and live there, my pets to keep me warm. Luckily, none of these events are yet to have happened.
So what does all of this have to do with our class? (I understand that egotistical ramblings don't really correlate with a significantly relative post.)
Well while I was outside standing in my driveway, staring off my moonlit view, I realized something or rather some things. First, I wasn't scared. No, I didn't feel as if a witch would pop out behind the barn and eat me, nor did I think that some wolf-like creature was going to... well I guess the same thing! Ha. Today, it's not like that. I can and currently am sitting in my lighted basement--still two large windows-- and I feel perfectly fine... EXCEPT, for people. Crazy people... human people, because this is the 21st century. Many crazy people have over history, and excessively in current times, exist throughout our fine nation and the world (probably more in our fine nation though). While I do believe many find, good people overpower the number of whack-jobs out there (who I'm sure have their reasons) how wonderful it is to be all alone on my country estate with no fear at all but the minute possibility of some crazed being from the woods doing some crazy things! Ok. Sorry--how negative.
To further my negative insights and to address my alien concerns, such is another realization I came upon just earlier. While I do believe some other beings must exist somewhere (I mean jeez, outer space is HUGE!), my concerns do not involve any other beings than the ones that currently reside on this fine planet, Earth.
It all started while I was looking out at the mountains... spaceships, lit orbs of light were simply floating across the mountain backdrop like we were the fucking Jetsons or something! Actually, to my dismay, over the years I've consistently noticed the surprise presence of new lights popping up here and there across the country side. No the moving ones were not the Jetsons. Even worse, they were cars. Consistently more and more people are beginning to invade my lovely world (yea, mine, right?) and each time I come home from college it's as if the aliens really are coming with their lights; coming closer; moving in; soon they will be here!
So that's my point. If any aliens truly exist in this world-- they are us. We are them. Fucking aliens... who invaded nature and while many did honor its fine presence, now I along with the rest of the world, topple over it as mere dominos falling over, trees crashing down, a large human foot in its place.
It is true, I think. Each generation has some eclectic group of beings who think "What a shitty world. What kind of people are we to care so little for our environment? et cetera." We're all guilty of it, but it just sort of sucks sometimes.
Final point being: Try as best as you can to love the world, but don't over think everything and try to enjoy your time here. At least it's a better place Now than it will be later.
When I was a little kid I was often left all alone for a good part of the night while my dad was off working at one restaurant or another. If you already don't know, I live in a somewhat rural area below the Blue Ridge Mountains where a number of fields connect that float up a not so large, but still significant, mountain. I remember when I was little I would entertain myself one way or another, and if I dared, I might go outside to attempt to play basketball and work on my nonexistent skills. Sometimes, no, often, I would miss and my wonderful glow in the dark ball would end up rolling down the hill behind the court--how architecturally ingenious! Well damn; that was it. Either I go back inside and watch my fathers collection of classic Elvis movies (indeed an Asian thing) or suck it up and enter the woods. Well big deal, it was only trees and dirt right? Well eventually I would gather the courage to carefully journey into the woods, my heart pounding and my eyes set on my trophy. However, as soon as I reached the ball I would quickly snatch it up and then sprint as fast as I could back up to the lit porch, or maybe even into the house first. Why? Well duh-- there were like witches and ghosts in the woods! I mean maybe a childhood of cheap independent horror flicks didn't aid to this reality, but for the most part, during the day the woods were a place of "pretend Narnia" and enchantments, but at night... at night when I sat downstairs with the two huge uncurtained windows no more than five feet away, who the heck knew what could be staring in at me! Anyways, an interesting childhood indeed!
Another oddity that was apart of my imaginative mind was the idea of aliens. I used to dream that something would come and invade our lands, that suddenly I needed to gather my favorite pets (god speed to the rest of them!) and escape from the "crazy alien lights" that were flowing over the land in search of human prey! So as in my dream, in reality I always thought that if ever such an event did occur, I would either run deep into the hay fields (I was not so tall then) and lay flat on the ground letting the plants engulf me and shield my body from the lights. Either that or I would hike deep into the woods and find a cave under a large rock and live there, my pets to keep me warm. Luckily, none of these events are yet to have happened.
So what does all of this have to do with our class? (I understand that egotistical ramblings don't really correlate with a significantly relative post.)
Well while I was outside standing in my driveway, staring off my moonlit view, I realized something or rather some things. First, I wasn't scared. No, I didn't feel as if a witch would pop out behind the barn and eat me, nor did I think that some wolf-like creature was going to... well I guess the same thing! Ha. Today, it's not like that. I can and currently am sitting in my lighted basement--still two large windows-- and I feel perfectly fine... EXCEPT, for people. Crazy people... human people, because this is the 21st century. Many crazy people have over history, and excessively in current times, exist throughout our fine nation and the world (probably more in our fine nation though). While I do believe many find, good people overpower the number of whack-jobs out there (who I'm sure have their reasons) how wonderful it is to be all alone on my country estate with no fear at all but the minute possibility of some crazed being from the woods doing some crazy things! Ok. Sorry--how negative.
To further my negative insights and to address my alien concerns, such is another realization I came upon just earlier. While I do believe some other beings must exist somewhere (I mean jeez, outer space is HUGE!), my concerns do not involve any other beings than the ones that currently reside on this fine planet, Earth.
It all started while I was looking out at the mountains... spaceships, lit orbs of light were simply floating across the mountain backdrop like we were the fucking Jetsons or something! Actually, to my dismay, over the years I've consistently noticed the surprise presence of new lights popping up here and there across the country side. No the moving ones were not the Jetsons. Even worse, they were cars. Consistently more and more people are beginning to invade my lovely world (yea, mine, right?) and each time I come home from college it's as if the aliens really are coming with their lights; coming closer; moving in; soon they will be here!
So that's my point. If any aliens truly exist in this world-- they are us. We are them. Fucking aliens... who invaded nature and while many did honor its fine presence, now I along with the rest of the world, topple over it as mere dominos falling over, trees crashing down, a large human foot in its place.
It is true, I think. Each generation has some eclectic group of beings who think "What a shitty world. What kind of people are we to care so little for our environment? et cetera." We're all guilty of it, but it just sort of sucks sometimes.
Final point being: Try as best as you can to love the world, but don't over think everything and try to enjoy your time here. At least it's a better place Now than it will be later.
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