treads the hairy edge
We live, we breathe, and we feed off of the living products of this incredible planet. We host life that hosts life in turn, while we are ourselves hosted. We walk the edges and cross boundaries, going from being one person to another, and we strive; but for what? For our own benefit, or that of others?
The answer to that may raise even more questions. Are we okay? Are we quite satisfied? Can we live with the reality that we exist in a world where increasingly everything and everyone we interact with on more than a casual basis is eyeing us with parasitic intent? I fear one day even the walls will collect information about us as the heat of our touch fades.
But is this a bad thing — as bad as it might sound — or is it just more progression into the hyper-connected world that has us craving to disconnect because it’s just too much, too fast? Even as we rail against it we grow more complacent; this battle falls by the wayside as that issue is raised and calls for attention, and before we know it both are a fact of life.
It’s when I reflect upon this very idea that I always realize that you cannot fight a world on fire if you’re not willing to live in darkness. The only solution may be to let go, and let the mother burn.
Take some time to live and breathe, already.