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Maybe we think the faults of the Earth one day will rupture, and bam, that'll be it. We'll be soaked up in mother nature, and it'll consume us entirely... because, hey, someone can only take so much.
But it's all down to time. For what does she do but stare? Watches as she dies in front of millions of people... watches as they step over her skin, laughs as she finds it difficult to breath...
But in reality, she smiles, because for all they can do, she's still Earth. For every time they drill into her, kick her, beat her... she's still standing. She's still there. And with one tiny, tiny little action, she could wipe them all out. Every last one of them.
But she doesn't. For that is true power, true strength. Not to fight the anger, and control it... but to not even have the anger. Discover it's pointless, futile. Yeah, they're idiots, yeah, they hurt her... but in the end, they have no power. None of them do. For all their squabbling, and all their little leaders and lives, they'll all end up the same way. Becoming her again.
But the world is her soap opera. She can laugh at the mess that those that are in charge are making... she can tut at the wars, sigh at the footballers that try to kill each other over a small leather toy.
But the real opera comes, when she really settles back... and sometimes, sometimes... her faith comes back. Just for a while. Maybe a few decades.
Because she knows us all... every one of us. All our names, all our lives.
But her heart breaks. Because she can watch, and she can do nothing, as she watches two people that would be absolutely perfect for each other, walk down a street, and not even look each other in the eye.
Not even the wars, the fat cats that burn down the forests so they can grow drugs to sell to children, nothing, compares to the utter despair she feels when the two perfect people don't even look each other in the eye.
If you asked her, she would recall on time of her crashing a bus, killing many, just so she could get two people together. But for when the police man arrived, just as she planned, to comfort the woman, but for what did they hardly speak at all...
And that's why she's so wise, you see. Because at first, she really did believe all humans were the same. Shallow creatures that simply desired only one thing, looks. And the looks of a human only shadowed the life that they had led.
But oh no. Not at all. For looks were only a secondary feature, just so we can all tell each other apart. For true love doesn't lie in the fact you can be proud to show others a photo of her... for what does a photo prove? How on earth, can anyone possibly judge a human being by a singular moment of their life... a frame, a simple picture of beauty that may look pretty, indeed, but it's a just that. The picture is a frame, the body is a frame. For what life could be led of two beauties that have spent their lifes uncompleted? Allowing themselves to rely on their bodies, their faces, to carry them beyond the worries that they would of haved to face anyway...
Because we're all lonely. Even the pretty ones, the ones that can take whoever they like... they're lonely. And the rest? They'll just have to be very, very lucky... because, as the Earth knows far too well... we just won't look into each others eyes.
But, every now and again... something special may happen. For the girl that lies in bed, feeling unloved but held, and wondering why she can't find someone who feels the same way... and the boy who sleeps lonely but alive, and they all feel the same way... but miles apart. Miles.
And mother Earth will shrug, and will picture the death scenes, both dying alone, married. For sure, the gaps will be filled for those brief moments... but then? What becomes of love, as it dies away, but they all lose their hope, just like the Earth... why worry? You have someone that can hug you. Someone who can hold you, and make love to you when you feel like it.
That's ok. That's what love is.
Isn't it?
So, imagine, just imagine how utterly stupid the Earth feels, when, a single person, someone who has lived such a short life... someone can turn around, and say no.
If the Earth had eyes, it would rub them, and blink. If it had teeth, it would indeed smile, and grin as the person below realised... If the Earth had a voice, hell, would it cheer.
And imagine the sheer delight and the feeling of foolishness, as the person walks away, and instead of trying to fill their own personal gaps, follows their heart instead. For if only they knew...
The Earth had accepted it's lonelyness. What could it do? There was no-one for it... nobody. And she had to watch as the fools... the thousands upon thousands wasted their short lives... they didn't realise how short it really was.
And sometimes, she'd just glare out at the stars that surrounded her... and wondered, why. Just why. Because she felt so much happiness from others being in love... why she could never be so. Why had she had to be like this... To live forever, watch as the others walked over her, and with a smile, ignore them... but at the same time love them, because she knew them all, she knew them so well.
It was saddening really. But that was just the way it was.
But it's all down to time. For what does she do but stare? Watches as she dies in front of millions of people... watches as they step over her skin, laughs as she finds it difficult to breath...
But in reality, she smiles, because for all they can do, she's still Earth. For every time they drill into her, kick her, beat her... she's still standing. She's still there. And with one tiny, tiny little action, she could wipe them all out. Every last one of them.
But she doesn't. For that is true power, true strength. Not to fight the anger, and control it... but to not even have the anger. Discover it's pointless, futile. Yeah, they're idiots, yeah, they hurt her... but in the end, they have no power. None of them do. For all their squabbling, and all their little leaders and lives, they'll all end up the same way. Becoming her again.
But the world is her soap opera. She can laugh at the mess that those that are in charge are making... she can tut at the wars, sigh at the footballers that try to kill each other over a small leather toy.
But the real opera comes, when she really settles back... and sometimes, sometimes... her faith comes back. Just for a while. Maybe a few decades.
Because she knows us all... every one of us. All our names, all our lives.
But her heart breaks. Because she can watch, and she can do nothing, as she watches two people that would be absolutely perfect for each other, walk down a street, and not even look each other in the eye.
Not even the wars, the fat cats that burn down the forests so they can grow drugs to sell to children, nothing, compares to the utter despair she feels when the two perfect people don't even look each other in the eye.
If you asked her, she would recall on time of her crashing a bus, killing many, just so she could get two people together. But for when the police man arrived, just as she planned, to comfort the woman, but for what did they hardly speak at all...
And that's why she's so wise, you see. Because at first, she really did believe all humans were the same. Shallow creatures that simply desired only one thing, looks. And the looks of a human only shadowed the life that they had led.
But oh no. Not at all. For looks were only a secondary feature, just so we can all tell each other apart. For true love doesn't lie in the fact you can be proud to show others a photo of her... for what does a photo prove? How on earth, can anyone possibly judge a human being by a singular moment of their life... a frame, a simple picture of beauty that may look pretty, indeed, but it's a just that. The picture is a frame, the body is a frame. For what life could be led of two beauties that have spent their lifes uncompleted? Allowing themselves to rely on their bodies, their faces, to carry them beyond the worries that they would of haved to face anyway...
Because we're all lonely. Even the pretty ones, the ones that can take whoever they like... they're lonely. And the rest? They'll just have to be very, very lucky... because, as the Earth knows far too well... we just won't look into each others eyes.
But, every now and again... something special may happen. For the girl that lies in bed, feeling unloved but held, and wondering why she can't find someone who feels the same way... and the boy who sleeps lonely but alive, and they all feel the same way... but miles apart. Miles.
And mother Earth will shrug, and will picture the death scenes, both dying alone, married. For sure, the gaps will be filled for those brief moments... but then? What becomes of love, as it dies away, but they all lose their hope, just like the Earth... why worry? You have someone that can hug you. Someone who can hold you, and make love to you when you feel like it.
That's ok. That's what love is.
Isn't it?
So, imagine, just imagine how utterly stupid the Earth feels, when, a single person, someone who has lived such a short life... someone can turn around, and say no.
If the Earth had eyes, it would rub them, and blink. If it had teeth, it would indeed smile, and grin as the person below realised... If the Earth had a voice, hell, would it cheer.
And imagine the sheer delight and the feeling of foolishness, as the person walks away, and instead of trying to fill their own personal gaps, follows their heart instead. For if only they knew...
The Earth had accepted it's lonelyness. What could it do? There was no-one for it... nobody. And she had to watch as the fools... the thousands upon thousands wasted their short lives... they didn't realise how short it really was.
And sometimes, she'd just glare out at the stars that surrounded her... and wondered, why. Just why. Because she felt so much happiness from others being in love... why she could never be so. Why had she had to be like this... To live forever, watch as the others walked over her, and with a smile, ignore them... but at the same time love them, because she knew them all, she knew them so well.
It was saddening really. But that was just the way it was.
Its weird how we personify 'Mother' earth - even in doing that we are just trying to understand something which we fear - something we have no control over, yet depend on completely, even if it is sub-conciously.
as opposed to somethings not being written right: The daily mails' slogan
Wonderful. I think myself lucky that I can still read this forum at work, if not write in it.
Excellent excellent excellent.
Wow.
That was brilliant.
Grix Thraves wrote:
> because she knew them all, she knew them so well.
(But the bit I quoted made me think of Elaine Page, "I knooooow him so well", which ruined the atmosphere :-))
That was brilliant.
Grix Thraves wrote:
> because she knew them all, she knew them so well.
(But the bit I quoted made me think of Elaine Page, "I knooooow him so well", which ruined the atmosphere :-))
Maybe we think the faults of the Earth one day will rupture, and bam, that'll be it. We'll be soaked up in mother nature, and it'll consume us entirely... because, hey, someone can only take so much.
But it's all down to time. For what does she do but stare? Watches as she dies in front of millions of people... watches as they step over her skin, laughs as she finds it difficult to breath...
But in reality, she smiles, because for all they can do, she's still Earth. For every time they drill into her, kick her, beat her... she's still standing. She's still there. And with one tiny, tiny little action, she could wipe them all out. Every last one of them.
But she doesn't. For that is true power, true strength. Not to fight the anger, and control it... but to not even have the anger. Discover it's pointless, futile. Yeah, they're idiots, yeah, they hurt her... but in the end, they have no power. None of them do. For all their squabbling, and all their little leaders and lives, they'll all end up the same way. Becoming her again.
But the world is her soap opera. She can laugh at the mess that those that are in charge are making... she can tut at the wars, sigh at the footballers that try to kill each other over a small leather toy.
But the real opera comes, when she really settles back... and sometimes, sometimes... her faith comes back. Just for a while. Maybe a few decades.
Because she knows us all... every one of us. All our names, all our lives.
But her heart breaks. Because she can watch, and she can do nothing, as she watches two people that would be absolutely perfect for each other, walk down a street, and not even look each other in the eye.
Not even the wars, the fat cats that burn down the forests so they can grow drugs to sell to children, nothing, compares to the utter despair she feels when the two perfect people don't even look each other in the eye.
If you asked her, she would recall on time of her crashing a bus, killing many, just so she could get two people together. But for when the police man arrived, just as she planned, to comfort the woman, but for what did they hardly speak at all...
And that's why she's so wise, you see. Because at first, she really did believe all humans were the same. Shallow creatures that simply desired only one thing, looks. And the looks of a human only shadowed the life that they had led.
But oh no. Not at all. For looks were only a secondary feature, just so we can all tell each other apart. For true love doesn't lie in the fact you can be proud to show others a photo of her... for what does a photo prove? How on earth, can anyone possibly judge a human being by a singular moment of their life... a frame, a simple picture of beauty that may look pretty, indeed, but it's a just that. The picture is a frame, the body is a frame. For what life could be led of two beauties that have spent their lifes uncompleted? Allowing themselves to rely on their bodies, their faces, to carry them beyond the worries that they would of haved to face anyway...
Because we're all lonely. Even the pretty ones, the ones that can take whoever they like... they're lonely. And the rest? They'll just have to be very, very lucky... because, as the Earth knows far too well... we just won't look into each others eyes.
But, every now and again... something special may happen. For the girl that lies in bed, feeling unloved but held, and wondering why she can't find someone who feels the same way... and the boy who sleeps lonely but alive, and they all feel the same way... but miles apart. Miles.
And mother Earth will shrug, and will picture the death scenes, both dying alone, married. For sure, the gaps will be filled for those brief moments... but then? What becomes of love, as it dies away, but they all lose their hope, just like the Earth... why worry? You have someone that can hug you. Someone who can hold you, and make love to you when you feel like it.
That's ok. That's what love is.
Isn't it?
So, imagine, just imagine how utterly stupid the Earth feels, when, a single person, someone who has lived such a short life... someone can turn around, and say no.
If the Earth had eyes, it would rub them, and blink. If it had teeth, it would indeed smile, and grin as the person below realised... If the Earth had a voice, hell, would it cheer.
And imagine the sheer delight and the feeling of foolishness, as the person walks away, and instead of trying to fill their own personal gaps, follows their heart instead. For if only they knew...
The Earth had accepted it's lonelyness. What could it do? There was no-one for it... nobody. And she had to watch as the fools... the thousands upon thousands wasted their short lives... they didn't realise how short it really was.
And sometimes, she'd just glare out at the stars that surrounded her... and wondered, why. Just why. Because she felt so much happiness from others being in love... why she could never be so. Why had she had to be like this... To live forever, watch as the others walked over her, and with a smile, ignore them... but at the same time love them, because she knew them all, she knew them so well.
It was saddening really. But that was just the way it was.
But it's all down to time. For what does she do but stare? Watches as she dies in front of millions of people... watches as they step over her skin, laughs as she finds it difficult to breath...
But in reality, she smiles, because for all they can do, she's still Earth. For every time they drill into her, kick her, beat her... she's still standing. She's still there. And with one tiny, tiny little action, she could wipe them all out. Every last one of them.
But she doesn't. For that is true power, true strength. Not to fight the anger, and control it... but to not even have the anger. Discover it's pointless, futile. Yeah, they're idiots, yeah, they hurt her... but in the end, they have no power. None of them do. For all their squabbling, and all their little leaders and lives, they'll all end up the same way. Becoming her again.
But the world is her soap opera. She can laugh at the mess that those that are in charge are making... she can tut at the wars, sigh at the footballers that try to kill each other over a small leather toy.
But the real opera comes, when she really settles back... and sometimes, sometimes... her faith comes back. Just for a while. Maybe a few decades.
Because she knows us all... every one of us. All our names, all our lives.
But her heart breaks. Because she can watch, and she can do nothing, as she watches two people that would be absolutely perfect for each other, walk down a street, and not even look each other in the eye.
Not even the wars, the fat cats that burn down the forests so they can grow drugs to sell to children, nothing, compares to the utter despair she feels when the two perfect people don't even look each other in the eye.
If you asked her, she would recall on time of her crashing a bus, killing many, just so she could get two people together. But for when the police man arrived, just as she planned, to comfort the woman, but for what did they hardly speak at all...
And that's why she's so wise, you see. Because at first, she really did believe all humans were the same. Shallow creatures that simply desired only one thing, looks. And the looks of a human only shadowed the life that they had led.
But oh no. Not at all. For looks were only a secondary feature, just so we can all tell each other apart. For true love doesn't lie in the fact you can be proud to show others a photo of her... for what does a photo prove? How on earth, can anyone possibly judge a human being by a singular moment of their life... a frame, a simple picture of beauty that may look pretty, indeed, but it's a just that. The picture is a frame, the body is a frame. For what life could be led of two beauties that have spent their lifes uncompleted? Allowing themselves to rely on their bodies, their faces, to carry them beyond the worries that they would of haved to face anyway...
Because we're all lonely. Even the pretty ones, the ones that can take whoever they like... they're lonely. And the rest? They'll just have to be very, very lucky... because, as the Earth knows far too well... we just won't look into each others eyes.
But, every now and again... something special may happen. For the girl that lies in bed, feeling unloved but held, and wondering why she can't find someone who feels the same way... and the boy who sleeps lonely but alive, and they all feel the same way... but miles apart. Miles.
And mother Earth will shrug, and will picture the death scenes, both dying alone, married. For sure, the gaps will be filled for those brief moments... but then? What becomes of love, as it dies away, but they all lose their hope, just like the Earth... why worry? You have someone that can hug you. Someone who can hold you, and make love to you when you feel like it.
That's ok. That's what love is.
Isn't it?
So, imagine, just imagine how utterly stupid the Earth feels, when, a single person, someone who has lived such a short life... someone can turn around, and say no.
If the Earth had eyes, it would rub them, and blink. If it had teeth, it would indeed smile, and grin as the person below realised... If the Earth had a voice, hell, would it cheer.
And imagine the sheer delight and the feeling of foolishness, as the person walks away, and instead of trying to fill their own personal gaps, follows their heart instead. For if only they knew...
The Earth had accepted it's lonelyness. What could it do? There was no-one for it... nobody. And she had to watch as the fools... the thousands upon thousands wasted their short lives... they didn't realise how short it really was.
And sometimes, she'd just glare out at the stars that surrounded her... and wondered, why. Just why. Because she felt so much happiness from others being in love... why she could never be so. Why had she had to be like this... To live forever, watch as the others walked over her, and with a smile, ignore them... but at the same time love them, because she knew them all, she knew them so well.
It was saddening really. But that was just the way it was.