I like cold uncomfortable
winters Comon its California not
Minnesota
he confessed
I
like living on par with animals
he
confessed
it was nice to sidestep confessionals
holy priests flickering votives an allow himself to say things aloud clean to the wind sonorous dry tumbling leaves to a hawk soaring above which found him
unworthy of its attention
hed
confess
I can embrace my worthless humanness
. . . an consciousness Wha about consciousness
What about it?
he knelt down to a planter heaping
with vagrant poppies
These are perennials they have consciousness
. .
. . No.
They do
No they do not.
Do not
When you say that I know yare makin a
comparison Wha are you comparing a
poppys consciousness to
Comparisons aren’t necessary; they are not conscious.
Ah . . they are . . . yare
comparing it to yourself arent you
I didn’t say that . .
.
. No I am
Im
referring to consciousness Why do tha Why
must you an others have to compare everything to themselves Were not the be-all end-alls he or she are only a human beings
You don’t grasp how ridiculous it
is to suggest a plant has consciousness . .
. . A five hunredyear old
tree an ancient rock
They have consciousnesses We cant even begin to relate to them because were
here an gone in a centurythats ridiculous
most of us gone inside a tawdry seventy years if were lucky an the whole of it thinking ourselves the
preeminent the apex being on the planet We don use our time to become acquainted with rocks
plants animals because you your ken believe they exist only to be used befouled tortured
Sounds like you’re coming off
your rails.
Careful, man, talk like that makes you
sound like you’ve gone around the ben . .
.
. Talk like that because you don believe
consciousness exists beyond human animals
You’re being ridiculous,
fantasifull, drop it.
No
I wont
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