paranoia and the truth

i adore trees. forget fauna. they are what this planet is essentially made up of. tress, strong and beautiful, bending to form shapes of undeniable perfection, as they seem to me. each tangle of each branch is perfect, the form of any leaf, immaculate. the fruits. the seeds. the stems. the roots. perfection. the essence of life- a tree..

they seem to sad nowadays. stooping. bending to the whip of human whimsy. shimmering a dull gray amidst clouds of smoke. their statures axed without remorse. such beauty wasted. each tree. every sapling. crushed under a poisonous heel.

You are so wrong. you don't look back do you? you are so short-sighted, ignorant, self-obsessed. well guess what. there is something bigger than you. something you cannot understand. something you have not created. its the universe that does not give a fuck.

bring it on. let's see you build plastic out of nature. build machines out of innocence. design artificial intelligence. the next step of evolution. do what you think you ought to. with that lethal weapon of yours. your superior brain. no claws. no canines. no sting. no strength also. but a brain. fragile as the latest nano technology. a brain. Oooh! goosebumps. hold it carefully. seal it with some more plastic if u have to. bubble-wrap your treasure. because, unless u do that, one fine day, the earth will grow tired of being an abused housewife and will shake u off like a bad case of fleas.

a family. career. jobs. political manifestos. coffee. books. guitars. pets. love. cars. wars. oil. and those small bits of paper, the monies. as useless as a body after death. infact, it is useless right now. you just think differently. but it is everywhere. making small notes in the eternal diaries. humans. animals. trees. earth. have you ever killed an ant?

i don't care anymore. i know something that you don't. i hope you do realize it soon. because their isn't much time. there isn't anywhere to go. there isn't any purpose of anything. what fools. what i need to do is accept this. that you are never going to learn. you are far too meaningless to learn. and i don't want to blog about you anymore either.