The Wind in the Trees. The Light.

Today was beautiful.  It still is. And it promises to be a very wonderful evening.  I’m going for a walk.  You should, too.  Life is wonderful…except for the Stirrers.  What are they?  Those are cretins passing themselves off as alive who actually died a long, long time ago.  But we won’t get into that right now.  It’s much too nice outside to discuss foibled peebles.

See the Light.  Be the Wind.  Sing with Trees.

Joy.

A Bright & Antiseptic World

Once again, I’m saturated with people who desire, above all,

  • BRIGHT VIVID COLORS,
  • CLEAN, STERILE SURFACES,
  • SHINING PLASTIC FACADES,
  • SMOOTHNESS WITH NO RIPPLES, NO MOUNDS,
  • STRAIGHT LINES, SQUARES, RECTANGLES,
  • ORDERLY ROWS UPON ROWS,
  • FEATURELESS FLATNESS,
  • LIGHTED TO BLIGHTED,
  • MERCILESSLY MUNDANE,
  • HERMETICALLY ANTISEPTIC.

This, of course, is Hell they are describing — human designed and engineered — brought to you compliments of primal terrors, encouraged by suburbanized American Protestant Fundamentalist Christian dogma.  Not only is this utterly boring, it’s killing us all. Sorry, folks, even your own body requires bacteria and other microorganisms for healthy survival.  Love mold, love fungi, too.  Life depends on it…and a lot of other things you’re trying to eradicate with your clean, light, antiseptically bright fetishes.