why why not

And what of the blurring the confusion the loss of pristine clarity in rain forests? For what we see when we open our eyes, is what I see, and the games in the snow, in the sand and the mud, they change the scale of belonging and things, but what I see, no one can, what I say is feathers in the breeze, and we both, in our infinite wisdoms and finite belongings, we come together and bring palms of the best of ourselves, and that of course, is completely incomprehensiblle and should be, but then we battle, for the best nothing. For power, the mortal addiction that directs death and disease for supply chain. Why we want bucketloads of it, I will never understand. My feathers are pollen that died in the cold, the fire, the everything. But with each one I believe the best in us makes magic together. The worst makes power. To be helpless, beyond control and direction, is wildly frightening, why arent we pushing it into new learning worlds, instead of the mad pursuit of death. What next generation will be salvation if we are pointless seeds? And Agency, but we all have agency, it is tied to this ground that bore us, these hands beside around, the voices, the laughter tears and prose, that ours have a space on earth is vital, and blinding