Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Chlorophyll Dreams


The trees will tell you that there are many ways to harvest light. Light is, after all, their field of expertise. They do not discriminate when it comes to method; they try everything; they work around obstacles; work through problems of access.
Some make a summer headlong dash; hundreds of branches heading straight for the sun with a crown made up of thousands of little leaves, the energy they expend requires them to sleep through the winter.
Others are more laid back; sending out five or six thick branches and dressing the ends with long blade leaves that harvest even the winter light.
Still others writhe in psychotic meandering; years of knotting and counter-knitting huge air compositions of bark, branch and leaf.

It’s a strong argument for evolution.

Yet as humans we develop homogenised minds; self centred self control, dogmatic and unwilling to learn. We head for the light of our own creation; moths with propaganda dust wings drawn to neon pornography.
We suck our nutrition from Petri dish preservatives and sterile milk.
We feed nightly on cathode ray tube; LCD or plasma ray trash, created by minds too lazy to challenge, digested by minds long sedated.
We travel on gym-strengthened legs between front door and 4WD wastage, throbbing ecological disasters on wheels; inefficient sculptures of pure egotism.

It's a recipe for extinction.

So before you take chainsaw to rare forest furniture or wonder why trees lift the concrete and tarmac at our foundations in slow-time chlorophyll subversion, cast a thought branch toward photosynthesis; for are not all things visible by the interaction of light on chemical?


Pocho said...

Worthy of reading and pondering by all Pisces. Time for any particular individual's life, let alone its form, is but a blink of evolutions's eye. You've laid down here the obvious but seldom considered evidence of who and what is and is not fit for it.

Redwine said...

"It's a recipe for extinction" - yes. Everything at a price. But Pisces, after we are gone, the same race will be run, I'm afraid. That's why we call it evolution, after all.

jams o donnell said...

Food for thought Pissces.

We planted a Yew in our garden some years ago, mainly because I love Yews but also as a legacy to the future.

If you go to many English churchyards you will see a Yew. Some will predate the church. One in Fortingall, Scotland is believed to be up to 5000 years old.

While ours will probably not last that long (not in a suburban garden!)it reminds us of how petty and small pur lifespan is

mullet said...

Yip....we are a blip in time jams o donnell.

We've never psychologically evolved for the better - Man is just caught up in a repititious gig of dishing out the same old shit - same old wars,same old injustices, same old poverty...yadda yadda yadda. The ol' philosophers had our numbers - transcendental shit. Maybe we are just like plants - never really change in basic nature.

Plasma - LCD - HD....let's all rush out & get it....the death must look more 'deathier' than death on one of those! ;)

jams o donnell said...

Pisces, thanks for linking to my blog. I will of course reciprocate

meekon5 said...

A vacuous individual once said to me (much in the style of “I have learnt this is my one clever thing to say so I’m going to say it!”)

“Whatever you do you have to remember, before the apes came down form the trees, before the dinosaurs reared their magnificent heads, before the fish left the ocean, the plants were here first. Without them nothing else would have even bothered to exist.”

I have to admit I tidied that up a bit but it’s close enough to what the meant.

Pisces Iscariot said...

I guess the flora has a few millenia more experience in the survival business. Bet they could teach us a few things.

elasticwaistbandlady said...

"mainly because I love Yews"

Jams said, he loves Yews, and you didn't reciprocate the compliment. tsk. tsk. I love Yews too!