Foliage and dew fills the senses both sight and scent beckons the experience that autumn has once again acquired its foothold over the earth, pronouncing it’s warning of coldness and gloom to be endured in the next cycle of predestined tribulation…given the ominous name of Winter! The ground is a blanket of yellows, reds, and hues of orange, the mighty oaks summer shawl strewn across the forest floor, yet another years compost to replenish the Earth as it’s soiled stains degrade to the nutrient rich hearth of the seeds to be reborn in the image of the very ones that cast both seed and servants attire from themselves as if to epitomize the cruel nature of the world, to forget their year’s laborious grind of manufacturing light and water into the presence of their own progeny…now they want neither the offspring nor the gown they spun and wore to carry out their chore.
Birth, growth, proliferation, succession, and destruction are common threads throughout our known lives, in all it varied forms, from crustacean to mammalian. We find the verdant valleys of vines purposed with the task of providing casks of fermented fruits, the offspring stolen and crushed to attain that essence that defines the favored nectar in Olympian soirées, not sacrificed for grandeur but to satisfy the pallets of the ones choreographing the traditions that allowed the harvest of such sacrificial treasure.
This circular fascination of nature leaves all in this self-sustaining orchestration a perpetual path to imperfection. The death to rebirth only serves to filter us through another cycle of a random primordial recombination with the only real prophecy being we are destined to die prior to attaining that which would allow us to exit Barnum Big Top of so-called fun and once and for all evolve to a present that sustains itself not through space but through completion…perfection doesn’t degrade, so there is no need to produce…the perfect partition of the universe is outside of it. Only through the exorcism of ourselves from the time / space burden will the true value of what we are to be made manifest and made whole…indivisible and One.
Wisdom is Found Through Experience 