I hear the songs of Nature in her visual beauty, in the scents of her trees and flowers, in the altruism of the reciprocity of a dying tree feeding its symbiotic fungi as it dies. In the humming and thrumming of the vast extended biochemical communication network among the different species that comprises its eco-brain.
Your metaphor is so apt because through the endless propaganda of this fundamentally corrupt socioeconomic system, we've become deafened to that music; substituting celebrity and hyperbole as agents of distraction. Distractedly looking to the heavens to try to hear the "music of the spheres" while we ignore the music in the ground beneath our feet. And consequently murder the singers of those songs in a nonchalant fashion. In this context is revealed our fundamentally brainwashed approach to our daily lives. The cracks in this concretized outlook provided by those growing tree roots are the spaces through which we must continually deprogram ourselves, releasing as much of that propaganda like outgassing toxic gasses under pressure. Such introspective actions can also keep us alert and questioning, to shield ourselves from new infiltration of propaganda. This is absolutely necessary. Question everything, even when you're characterized as a troublemaker because the poor babies would prefer to wallow in their denial!
I hear the songs of Nature in her visual beauty, in the scents of her trees and flowers, in the altruism of the reciprocity of a dying tree feeding its symbiotic fungi as it dies. In the humming and thrumming of the vast extended biochemical communication network among the different species that comprises its eco-brain.
Your metaphor is so apt because through the endless propaganda of this fundamentally corrupt socioeconomic system, we've become deafened to that music; substituting celebrity and hyperbole as agents of distraction. Distractedly looking to the heavens to try to hear the "music of the spheres" while we ignore the music in the ground beneath our feet. And consequently murder the singers of those songs in a nonchalant fashion. In this context is revealed our fundamentally brainwashed approach to our daily lives. The cracks in this concretized outlook provided by those growing tree roots are the spaces through which we must continually deprogram ourselves, releasing as much of that propaganda like outgassing toxic gasses under pressure. Such introspective actions can also keep us alert and questioning, to shield ourselves from new infiltration of propaganda. This is absolutely necessary. Question everything, even when you're characterized as a troublemaker because the poor babies would prefer to wallow in their denial!