“Can land be privately owned, or does it belong to all, since all were born on it? How far into the earth does ownership go? Does it include bugs? Or Snow? Wildflowers? Air and light? Rocks and dirt? Or the cubic feet of air above it? How high up do you own the sky? How deep into the earth—-all the way? Or does ownership mean the right to use it or not use it? The right to control its future? Decide how it will be developed? What about the thousands of years before the land knew us? A tree suddenly light with blossoms. The smell of rain. A passage of deer. the earth is our holy parent. It knows nothing of buy and sell, of trespass or title, but responds as always to seed, with fruit. To own it properly is to live on it with honor and reverence.” former Land Dwellers Rio Burnsand Sally Edgecombe (and probably others)
Some shattering find for this, candor to die
Plug up your wormholes and give them, to feeders and spirits be freer
"when I heard you
around the house,
whistling a joyous
little prayer to nobody
but yourself, I smiled,
and a warm comfort
filled my entire body,
like during a rainy fall
afternoon, when I
missed school and
hid under the sheets,
while I watched television
and felt like life couldn’t
get any better."
"The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool." What are you?
Constantly doubting myself, though I’m not sure if that makes me wise or a fool or both.
People without brains do the most talking. See, politicians.
Truth, it’s unfortunate that the most incompetent are usually the loudest
licked a stamp
and sent myself to sea
to drift, to watch, to catch the sun
while trees and vines
and webs and weeds
grew over my limbs,
infiltrating the silence of focus.
machinery, wheels and chains
and blades and whirring and buzzing
of saws speared tinnitus into me
You know, it’s always been a balance of both.
Trusting whatever it is that makes you believe, whether it’s faith or god or statistics, that the worst will not happen—while simultaneously being prepared for the worst actually happening. It doesn’t matter where the first comes from, but in America your preparedness is directly influenced by your circumstances and resources. Your socioeconomic status.
But it shouldn’t be.
It’s already a hard balance to manage. Other countries have shown it’s possible for the government to help with that balance, and we should be smart enough to do the same. Because, in the end, it’s about the people. The people in our lives that keep us sane, the people that remind us that this life is worth living, worth enduring, worth giving all of ourselves to.
That’s why I believe universal healthcare is a basic right for every human being. We all deserve the same chance to keep our loved ones with us for as long as possible because, statistically, realistically, the worst has to happen to someone.
And just because it might not be you doesn’t make it any less important.