7 Years Ago

Darin Stevenson updated his status.

Nov 05, 2018 1:55:31 pm

∞ When I see a seed sprout, or a child born… an ancient tree, or a bird take wing. When I see an insect laying eggs, or gathering materials… when the sky is alive, and the woods are singing in the breeze… I feel a profound sense of personal triumph. Every time. Because I am seeing something there that doesn’t fit in language and is the source of intelligence, life, and relation. And I take it »personally. Every time I see a living creature, being itself in the world, I feel they are an extension of me and I of them. When they succeed, I prosper. Where they suffer or are destroyed, I am destroyed. Every time I see an object made by humans, I feel a sense of failure. Of despair. And if this object should be a machine, how much more this sense becomes instantly catastrophic and overwhelming. Shortly thereafter, I become blind. I cannot see my triumph in and as the living beings any more. I cannot feel this sense. Instead, something in my core has starved, cannot stand. Cannot recognize itself… or anything… other than the artifact. And I begin, by slow measures… to accept the dead replacements, representations… and lethal intoxicants… that comprise damn near everything but what I was first speaking of. And I take it personally. Every time I see a machine, more of me dies inside. Because I know what that signal means on a world like this one used to be. And I know what it demands of the future. Fly, crow. Spin, spider. Teach me. I am of you, not the standing atrocity of human ‘progress’. I am your ally and you have always been my heart, my eyes, my wings. Give me your purpose, your voice. Let them speak in my heart and words.