A Moment of Melancholy.

“When Man stops raping his soul, he’ll stop raping the land. And not before.”

A Moment of Melancholy. I sit here watching this flower flutter in the wind and I think of What Could Have Been. I think of the Dreams we had when we first arrived here those thousands of years ago. There was High Talk of Cooperation and a New Way of Fairness and, yes, we were fairer than ever before which made us great. But we did not build upon it. We did not Honor what made us prosperous, instead we started on a long, slow journey of squeezing it dry. And thus, we did not Honor ourselves. So having turned our back on ourselves, the Battles began and Debates raged for the necessity of Honor. With Nature representing our own inner nature, It became the Enemy, an Obstacle to our Success.

Amazing how we turned this Flower into our Enemy.