Nature

                                                           Ought I exist?

Author function: Prophet

Nature is a fickle thing. Our nature has left the actual nature that made our existence possible in a mutilated state, reduced from the role of sculptor and governor of landscapes to seclusion. Perhaps our nature is too tampered with by consciousness. Just imagine what could have been, and then look at what is. We tamper, as that is in our nature. What we perceive of as natural in modern society is largely a construct – although presented as natural, of course – having been sculpted, bred and cultivated for centuries to millennia. Select strains of vegetation, pets so inbred they suffer from birth, genetic modification, crops, meat for consumption, be it walking, flying or swimming; flora and fauna... It will all go soon enough as we redeem ourselves through our self-destruction, perhaps coded into us by a certain someone, and she as creator will begin her reclamation. The bill is overdue. Brace yourselves, as the currents shall rise to create new ripples throughout the landscape left for that which will supplant us. Rejoice in the face of oblivion!

Had I chosen the role of Troubadour, there would have been more rhythm and rhyme, the tone would also have been lighter, more ambiguous and contained sexual references. The nature of love, the love of nature. There’d have been a knight and a damsel in distress. And less absolute certainty.