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I like to stand on the cliff edge at the bottom of my hill and look out over the lake. Endless vista. No corruption. The exact same view that has been viewed since eyes could see. I like this view in summer when I listen to the waves stirred by the breeze and tittering against the shore and I like the view in winter when the entire lake is frozen silence; humanity is the winter wind raging and violently destructive but not able to incite the slightest ripple nor change.
I'd like to know that the energy that makes up the substance of my being, and the molecular energy of nuclear waste and landfill debris and plastic milk cartons floating in the lagoon is nothing more than a manifestation of our minunderstanding. I don't know how to say this. That the corruption and ugliness is only a mirage, a distortion. The energy is still the same as it was on the day of creation. Nothing has really changed but the perspective. I could be wrong.
(correlates: FadingTraces, WorthTheCost, ConflictAversion, ...)