I love it when the river rages muddy and violent. You stand back, as a conquering human, and think, shit, I ain't even gonna count in this race. You might as well sit down with your beer and concede the inevitable.
All the talk lately of global warming and the things we have done to destroy this planet. You think of your grandkids having to suffer consequences of their forefathers. But you know damn well that humans just barrel ahead anyway, and if we was they, they would have screwed it up, too.
I take a break here. There is a hummingbird trapped in the window, trying to get out. I get up on a chair and put my hands above him to herd him downward to where the window is open. He flies away.
It doesn't take much, just a little intent. If only a thousand of us could do that, maybe the world would be different. Aw, who are you kidding? We would have to go all primitive to make this world spin on its axis right again. We are a simple species, with simple drives that override all sense of sacrifice for the better of the world. We are creatures of survival first. I am sorry, but somehow, I cannot condemn myself for the inability to bridge a billion years of amoeba to human evolution override.
Enjoy that river. I like my life. And I never would have known this river if our world wasn't tilting its axis over backwards because of our machinations. I never would have known all of you on this board if it wasn't for the progress of human, nature, river...and those drives that consume us all.