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We question, we challenge, it's never enough for us, we try to scrabble to the top of the heap (for money, for power & control, etc.) we fall and
look around for help, then we start to scrabble again.
It's caused us to change the face of the globe, to fly through space, to play God, to destroy and rebuild, on and on.
No mystery here: it's Nature.
Oh look at the pretty fishies. Oh look at the lovely little lion. Oh, look .. a bambi .. a lamb .. how cute.
Cute when little baby lamb is all cut up and roasted and smeared with gravy with side dish of potatoes. Monster humans stuffing baby lamb into their
facial cavity. ' Eat your food, Johnny .. no, don't smack puppy, you must be kind to animals '. Look around the diner to see how many have
noticed what a good parent it is.
Oh, the glorious, multi-coloured fish. Look at that black and white striped one ! Wow ! God's an ARTIST, huh ? Oooooo... look at the ANGEL fish
! Have you ever seen such beautiful colours ! Oh YUK ! That big fish just ATE that lovely little pretty fish ! Oh, gross! Come on, I don't want
to watch this any more !
Oh the magnificent LION ! How *majestic * ! Oh, NO ! The lions just tore that pretty little deer to pieces and now they're all EATING it ! Oh ..
and LOOK ... that huge crocodile just GRABBED that poor wilderbeast and now it's dragging it down into that filthy water. I can't stand it !
Can't look ! Poor *wilderbeast * ... it's fighting so hard .. it's in so much pain ! Oh -- make it stop ! It's having it's throat torn out !
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Nature. Oh, Nature in All it's Glories ! The wasp pounces upon that spider .. drags it off and lays its eggs in it. Young wasps feed on the still
living spider. And the cat .. toying with the mouse or rat for hours. That's an agonising death. What's the point? Cat's not hungry .. was fed
imported Thailand tinned cat-food supposedly 'turkey and rice' only an hour ago. But plays with the mouse .. tortures it repeatedly .. for fun.
Because That's Nature's Way. It's Instinct.
Nature.
Oh, look. There's that huge soldier. Just shot at the woman trying to run away with her child. She's hurt now. Terrified. Her little boy tries
to save her as the huge soldier with a grin approaches her .. unzipping his flies. Woman tells her little son to run. Doesn't want him to see
what's about to happen .. doesn't want that sight burned in her boy's mind for the rest of his life. But boy won't leave his mother. Starts
punching the huge soldier with his tiny, heroic fists.
Soldier bats the child away. But kid comes back at him. Tired of this and anxious to rape the woman and be done, the soldier shoots the boy between
the eyes. Woman's screams are barely heard above the shooting nearby. Child falls in a heap in the harsh sun. Flies immediately fasten on his
shattered, blood-oozing face .. what's left of it.
When he's done, our uniformed hero shoots the woman where she lies, her skirts still thrust high above her breasts. Then he kicks her for good
measure. Doesn't even restore her life-long modesty by covering her.
Superior officer rounds the corner: 'What's going on here soldier? '
Soldier lights up, sneers and gestures with his thumb at the bleeding bundles of rags in the dusty street. ' She leapt out of nowhere .. attacked
me. Thought she might have been strapping explosives ... '
' Well done, boy. Now jump on .. insurgents two blocks up .. could do with your help '.
'Sure thing, sir '.
Soldier returns home to a hero's welcome. His uniform looks so masculine, fits him like a glove. Old men wipe away a tear as the parade passes.
'God bless you, boys .. you've done our nation proud'.
Soldier checks out his wife's body as she shyly approaches him in her new lingerie later that night. She's put on a ton of weight, he remarks to
himself ... remembering the svelte 13 year olds he violated back in that sh*thole of a country he's been fighting to liberate. ' Miss me ? ' asks
his wife shyly. ' Sure babe .. bring it here .. ' he says boredly but for some reason sounding sexy to her ears. ' Tomorrow I'm going to the
city .. be a coupla days' he tells her .. ' Need something for my head, man. My head's screwed. Can't sleep. Can't think. That place f*cked
me up good.'
Ten months later, his wife presents him with his latest child. Something's wrong .. that's clear. The docs have said they won't know for sure
until further tests. Vet leaves town. Meets up with his buds. Scores the stuff he can no longer live without. Then decides not to return. Home
bores him crazy. Heading for the city now. Action man .. need some action.
' Mom .. where's my daddy? '
' He's a war-hero, Buddy, told you that.'
' Yeah, but where is he ?'
She hesitates: ' He's dead. Died saving our country. Just you remember that. Now .. no more questions. Run out and play, ya hear '
Ancient temples doze in the sun, ransaked and raked with playful enemy bullets. Thousands of years earlier, men of learning now lost erected those
temples to their gods.
' Hey .. soldier .. what do you reckon this place was, huh ? ' says a uniformed kid as he sheaths his gun.
' Who cares. This place is a sh*thole. Can't wait to get out of here '
The sands shift in the wind, obscuring the visage of an ancient, forgotten god. Regarded now as good only for breaking apart for rock to rebuild
bomb-blasted houses and for sniper-practice.
Questions, questions. What are we? Where do we come from? Why are we here? Where do we go ?
Nature. Beautiful. Profound. Base. Ugly. Horrifying.
Ongoing nightmare and dream.