The Cycle of Life and Death....the harshness of nature

Today I witnessed the cycle of life and death, and the harshness of nature. As I was walking down the street I saw a baby bird that was maybe about 6 days old. Its gray skin barely showing the sines of having small fuzz, its little beak open chirping for its mother and father to help it back to the nest. Panting hard because it lay exposed in the sunlight. With quiet eyes the mother and father looked down upon me to see what it was that I was going to do to their baby. I scooped it up and placed it within the grass next to the tree in which i assumed the nest was in. I said a whispered prayer for the little chick, asking that the god that governs creatures both great and small would watch over it, and give the parents strength to make the flight back up the 30 something feet to the top where their nest was. I crossed the street and stood there reciting my pagan prayers to the gods of animals. I watched with heartbreaking sadness as all the birds came down from the trees and sat on the wall or low hanging limbs to see this poor baby laying helpless in the grass, each swooping close to it as if to pay respects and tell it goodbye. The mother came the closest to the chick, and chirped a small uninspired repetion of sounds at it, as another bird fluttered above them. I looked upon this and realized that the chick was too heavy for them to lift off of the ground.

I turned and continued on my journey and when I returned home that evening I looked to the grass where I had laid the small beast and saw that it was dead. A sadness filled me knowing that I was the last person to have seen it alive, and knowing that I was probably the only person in the whole of the universe that really cared if this little bird lived or died. Though I realized at that moment that is just the cycle of life and death, and the harshness of nature. We as humans have our own worries when it comes to death, we have sickness, murder, war, famine, and many other things that prove to us just how fragile our bodies and lives really are. These creatures share the same fates as us. Their wars fought with beak, claw, teeth, and horn. Murder coming from the alpha male of a pride, pack, or higher being on the food chain. The famine that plights us also brings starvation to them. No matter how much we view ourselves apart from them, this affinity came like a flood over me that we really are interconnected, a symbiotic extention of one another. The animals of this world bring us such joy and beauty, yet we take from them their lands to further our human progression. Setting aside 3 or 4 acres here and there for "national parks" or "wildlife preserve" when they had all the world to roam. When did we become an all consuming fire that had no thought or feeling, and just raped and pillaged the land.

Then when nature is backed into a corner, it becomes unstable, and dangerous. The animals that once hunted where the newest Wal-Mart now stands are forced to scrounge through new suburbia for scraps that we scrape from our plates. Eating and picking through our discarded feasts. While we live in our homes of stone and mortar content with our gultinay and bind content for the world around us. Like the ancient Romans with their lavish houses, and barbaric feasts, where the attending guests would gorge themselves to the point where another morsel couldn't be placed within their mouths, they would excuse themselves to the vomitariums of their hosts estate and purge from them their over crowed meals, just to sit before the feast and gorge themselves again. We are consuming the same way, with out content or a thought toward tomorrow. We fill the skies with ashes, and pollution. We clear lands in thousands of acres a day for wood, and land to build our homes. We take and take with no promise of return.

I weep for all manner of person or beast for when one goes the other will follow. Our progress is slowly plucking at the treads that keep us all alive and together. What a sad sad world we are now living in.

funny sad but true

Subject: First Graders

> >>A teacher was doing a study testing the senses (taste) of first graders
> >>>using a bowl of Lifesavers.
> >>>
> >>>The children began to say:
> >>>
> >>>Red......................Cherry
> >>>Yellow................Lemon
> >>>Green...................Lime
> >>>Orange.................Orange
> >>>
> >>>Finally the teacher gave them all HONEY Lifesavers.
> >>>
> >>>None of the children could identify the taste.
> >>>
> >>>"Well," she said, "I will give you all a clue. It's what your mother
> >>>may sometimes call your father."
> >>>
> >>>One little girl looked up in horror, and yelled
>>>>"Oh, my God...spit them out...they're assholes"

i hate the fucking rude

Ok so my grandmother called me today because i havent talked to her in almost 2 weeks which for me to not have talked to her is along time, well dont you just love it when your on the phone and people keep picking up and hanging up...WTF GIVE ME A GOD DAMN MINUTE.....I understand that others need to use the phone but im not going to tell my 86 year old grand mother to hang up because i cant fucking talk because other assholes need to use the god damned phone......fuck that shit, she wont be around in 6 or 7 years im pretty sure what ever fucking 'business that you need to take care of will be around in 40 or 50 minutes. But hey maybe im just a son of a bitch that dont understand. Oh well.