Human Nature

These are the other flowers about to bloom . A lovely solid red.
 It is so dense inside there and hard to weed since the soil is rock hard
I have no idea how I am going to do it short of using a digger and this will pull out all the flowers with their roots as well..

As they say, it is human nature to think wisely and to act in an absurd fashion.

It suddenly dawns on me that I have the power to keep or kill tradition.
Like these flowers which took years to drop seeds and mass produce and root deep and yet man
can up root and destroy this longevity with one swoop of a diggers' blade.

And so with life and daily bread and family and love and country.

One swoop of ideas, a death, and it's all gone.

And yet, in forgotten places between the rocks and weeds and dry cracked soil, an odd thing happens.

Enlightenment. Revival. Rebirth.

A single flower protrudes its' head towards the sun.

It survives and goes beyond tradition into the realm of discovery and beauty to again be cherished and nurtured by new life, surrounded by wonder.

If not touched by human hands, it may survive to see another hour, another day, another millenium
and maybe even saved to travel to alien lands and planets, to become a new story, within new traditions.

As it is human nature to think wisely, humans do not decide what will be.

What we find wonderful and divine, is a left over from times past, acting in an absurd fashion, through its' shear will to survive.

We have the power to kill tradition but tradition will outlive us, after we have long passed.

Hmm.

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