waiting on the rain

I mowed the lawn for the first time in three months, it was high, but not so bad, because, you know, the drought.

the wren knows

Ancient man took advantage of lulls in the weather to prepare for the future.

But that was before variability was more than error bars on a trend line in a sanitized boardroom overlooking the shadows of circling vultures.

prod the thing (or, oh, it’s a mad beast)

What can we say of the goals and aims of nation-states? Of markets?

Constructs of the human world act just like any other animal. From what I can tell it’s all about stability and growth.

It might be easier if you think of religious institutions.

One day we were happy, the next day we had religion.

Suddenly you have a fractured global religion with localized sub-varieties in various ecological niches. We have the Pope and we have the Bitter Churchlady.

Demonic mouths starving for their next meal. Slobbering angry cries of angst and hunger scream under every footfall. Dizzying hunger stalks prey beneath every shadow.

Politics is just that. Nation states…economic paradigms…just that.

One day we were happy, the next day we had hierarchy.