We could speak together,
Decry rabid violence of chronically stressed kids
and young adults acting like kids,
apparently regardless of income or race;
perhaps not of enculturation.
Feeling claustrophobic,
anxious about an unpromising competitive future,
drowning in inch-deep and narrow-specialized peer and mentoring relationships,
without therapeutic merit, or even intent;
these are commonly anticipated
in overpopulating species,
whether RNA-regenerate plants
or DNA-endowed with language and memory
about consuming and producing re-investments in people
meeting them at their diverse seasonal stages of development.
In the Secret Life of Trees
we discover MotherTrees nurturing their vulnerable saplings
in ways that balance natural nurturance with ecosystemic culling
to optimize Her ForestTribe’s ecopolitical balance and harmony
of organic thrival function.
Saplings born in poor rocky soil,
where MotherTree must choose optimal light and water for all,
not just through Her sapling’s young adult maturation,
but also their capacity to raise their own healthywealth
grandbaby saplings,
The poorly sited sapling
is ecologically abandoned too soon,
re-joining Earth’s reforesting skin
of Sacred Ecology,
holonic RNA and DNA decompositions,
preparing Time’s regenerative composting entropic mid-way.
Abortion,
in response to ecopolitical feelings of overpopulation
and under-whelming future resource prospects,
bears this resemblance to culling out weak futures,
typical of rabid chronically stressed populations,
especially young adults,
younger MotherTrees,
not yet ready to provide sufficient shade
and light,
water and vitality,
regenerative future potential
for Seven ReGenerations.
But,
abortion here in secret lives of Trees
is not a hidden or shameful loss
and lack of respect for sacred polyculturing
reforesting ecosystemic life vocations,
but more of a neighborhood forest decision,
a loss to MotherTree
and to struggling Sapling
to be reborn as compost
refueling Sacred Earth’s cooperative ecopolitical root systems,
RNA landscapes
for future DNA-sensed,
and spoken,
healthier climate times,
not quite so post-millennially overpopulated
with chronic adolescent and young adult messages,
You are neither economically needed
nor politically wanted
nor ecologically even probable.
Somehow lost in WinLose
cognitive-affective dualdark dissonance
about aborting culling futures of neglect,
and even violent abuse,
and the ultimate eclipse of ego/eco,
Left with Right,
Yang with Yin,
re-alignment of (0)-Soul.
Human nature has uncovered many abortive culling tools.
Some of these engage scalpels and chemicals,
but much more popular
and accessible
are guns and knives
and nationalistic guaranteed and warrantied wars,
paranoid official and unofficial militias of Rifle Associations
and race and culture and nature and spirit Elitisms,
profoundly active distrusts
of Sacred WinWin Ecological Wisdom.
I have no active faith and trust,
that if we each responded to our on-line friends
and followers
and allies
the way we don’t respond to our RealTime families
and neighbors
and people we don’t really know
for whatever distancing reasons,
we would have a better, more cooperative, on-line time
of regenerative laughter and mutual trusting regard.
I would expect instead,
in face of isolating shaming and blaming experience,
our VirtualTime environments would decompose any remaining vulnerabilities
into monoculturing rabid chronic paranoia
of stressed-out-sourced indigestion
into further domestic RealTime chaos,
Business As ClimatePathology Usual.
Abortions by matriarchal benign neglect
may be as old as MotherTrees,
but culling marginal populations through elitist patriarchal abuse
appears to be a more recent shame and blame
DNA-inspired monoculturing decomposition
within uber-elitist inhumane populations,
root systems no longer playing WinWin reforestation.
We could speak and listen together.
We could also sing and dance
and walk and reweave root systemically together
without racing and enslaving and over-competing against
each other person and plant and forest,
to reforest Earth’s WinWin PolyPhonic Paradise.
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