Where there is a lack of love, where will be hatred.
Where there is hatred, there will be malice.
Where there is malice, there will be evil.
Where there is evil, there, will be the heart of man kind.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Trees
Unlucky people are trees, a statement that literally makes no sense. Perhaps that particular sentence sparks off a number of neurons, little uncontrollable bastard sparks of thought being ignited in the brain, that move about and decide what connotation one should derive from the sentence “Unlucky people are trees.” Unlucky people are trees, agree or disagree? Who knows?
Where do trees come from? Well trees come from seeds, that are then planted in some womb of nature. Then the seeds survive or die off, already an unlucky start for some of the newly born trees. Those seeds grow into sprouts that need plenty of attention if they seek to survive, but enough words on seeds and sprouts. We are here to discuss and figure out how people are like trees, not sprouts and seeds!
Let us move forward. Those saplings eventually mature and age into trees, the adult stage of a sapling’s life. Let’s say the tree grows large, enough to be grand that is, and becomes a hulking cylinder of wood. Now let’s imagine the rest of the world, being allowed access to these trees. The trees are cut down from its grandeur standings, and are chopped down. Now if people are trees, then one could imagine the sheer agony of being cut down and sawed into pieces for “convenience.” Now taking these mutilated tree parts to a paper mill, where they are processed by certain methods and turned into paper, a scrap of what was once a whole person.
The Tree’s agony does not end there, quite the contrary it continues! The paper is written upon, a most unpleasant labeling that blurs the true image of the tree, and is inevitably discarded. Now some these “garbaged” papers have two choices, both of which are unable to be chosen by the papers. To either be thrown into the garbage, where they will eventually decompose and return to the womb, or be recycled and, as is stated in the word itself, be thrown back into the cycle of pain that life has to offer. The tree never had the choice.
What more is there to say?
Unlucky people are Trees.
Where do trees come from? Well trees come from seeds, that are then planted in some womb of nature. Then the seeds survive or die off, already an unlucky start for some of the newly born trees. Those seeds grow into sprouts that need plenty of attention if they seek to survive, but enough words on seeds and sprouts. We are here to discuss and figure out how people are like trees, not sprouts and seeds!
Let us move forward. Those saplings eventually mature and age into trees, the adult stage of a sapling’s life. Let’s say the tree grows large, enough to be grand that is, and becomes a hulking cylinder of wood. Now let’s imagine the rest of the world, being allowed access to these trees. The trees are cut down from its grandeur standings, and are chopped down. Now if people are trees, then one could imagine the sheer agony of being cut down and sawed into pieces for “convenience.” Now taking these mutilated tree parts to a paper mill, where they are processed by certain methods and turned into paper, a scrap of what was once a whole person.
The Tree’s agony does not end there, quite the contrary it continues! The paper is written upon, a most unpleasant labeling that blurs the true image of the tree, and is inevitably discarded. Now some these “garbaged” papers have two choices, both of which are unable to be chosen by the papers. To either be thrown into the garbage, where they will eventually decompose and return to the womb, or be recycled and, as is stated in the word itself, be thrown back into the cycle of pain that life has to offer. The tree never had the choice.
What more is there to say?
Unlucky people are Trees.
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