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Ashes from the fire which Cooked our meal the night Before -- the same as Millennia past. Sitting under the sun and Clear blue sky breathing Relatively fresh air -- Though the present Is breathed with risk, Water drank and swam in With similar risk. Mating rituals Political and religious Arguments Creations stemming from Unchanged limitations All still the same Though more succinctly Thought out and articulated In modern "civilized" manners. Base instincts unchanged Just brought up to date. Green grass Tall trees Dense foliage Surrounding our campsite. Seeds floating on the wind Through nature's many Fallopian tubes Landing in its own Fertile eggs. Elusive intermittent flashes Of true natures ways Like millions of spermatozoa At mother's egg Trying to get through to my Modern brain Which is forever trying to Grasp life's purpose. I fervently try to train My thought patterns away From socialized "answers" In this advanced generation Of ancient mortality. MORTALITY YES! MORTALITY!!! Limited Earthbound Trying to find purpose Above and beyond the Simple Obvious Purpose of work to live -- Live to work. Nature seeks nothing Beyond her simple Purpose of Renewing herself Season after season Year after year Century after century Millennium after millennium. Nature never changed her Purpose She has always remained Content. But we 21st Century **** Sapiens believe in Our desperate clutching That everything must Change or rise above Established Obvious purposes. Cultures are created in this Cauldron. Religion is the chemical Reaction of this ill-conception Of transcending true pure Nature. In changing ourselves We change nature. In this delusion we think All of creation is subject to Our mastery. The results seen in the Present condition of nature. Not content to accept basic Laws of nature We create these artificial Realities; Pulling down her ancient Strongholds as we claw our Way tooth and nail To the top of our illusions And delusions of grandeur. Basic elements remain Nonetheless. The pursuit of greener Pastures and primal lust Has remained. Seeds float on the wind. Water courses still flow. Seasons revolve as our Globe spins in space. These things remain in Spite of our creations And misapprehensions. All may seem basically The same through the Scope of ancient days. But trying to change These fundamentals in Or outside of ourselves Creates Mutations of the true. Perhaps the true purpose Of human life is nothing More than natures... And nature can be beautiful.
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Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 8:46 AM UTC
An Ancient Scene is Set
Ashes from the fire which Cooked our meal the night Before -- the same as Millennia past. Sitting under the sun and Clear blue sky breathing Relatively fresh air -- Though the present Is breathed with risk, Water drank and swam in With similar risk. Mating rituals Political and religious Arguments Creations stemming from Unchanged limitations All still the same Though more succinctly Thought out and articulated In modern "civilized" manners. Base instincts unchanged Just brought up to date. Green grass Tall trees Dense foliage Surrounding our campsite. Seeds floating on the wind Through nature's many Fallopian tubes Landing in its own Fertile eggs. Elusive intermittent flashes Of true natures ways Like millions of spermatozoa At mother's egg Trying to get through to my Modern brain Which is forever trying to Grasp life's purpose. I fervently try to train My thought patterns away From socialized "answers" In this advanced generation Of ancient mortality. MORTALITY YES! MORTALITY!!! Limited Earthbound Trying to find purpose Above and beyond the Simple Obvious Purpose of work to live -- Live to work. Nature seeks nothing Beyond her simple Purpose of Renewing herself Season after season Year after year Century after century Millennium after millennium. Nature never changed her Purpose She has always remained Content. But we 21st Century **** Sapiens believe in Our desperate clutching That everything must Change or rise above Established Obvious purposes. Cultures are created in this Cauldron. Religion is the chemical Reaction of this ill-conception Of transcending true pure Nature. In changing ourselves We change nature. In this delusion we think All of creation is subject to Our mastery. The results seen in the Present condition of nature. Not content to accept basic Laws of nature We create these artificial Realities; Pulling down her ancient Strongholds as we claw our Way tooth and nail To the top of our illusions And delusions of grandeur. Basic elements remain Nonetheless. The pursuit of greener Pastures and primal lust Has remained. Seeds float on the wind. Water courses still flow. Seasons revolve as our Globe spins in space. These things remain in Spite of our creations And misapprehensions. All may seem basically The same through the Scope of ancient days. But trying to change These fundamentals in Or outside of ourselves Creates Mutations of the true. Perhaps the true purpose Of human life is nothing More than natures... And nature can be beautiful.
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Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 8:46 AM UTC
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