I found a luna cat mortally injured in a fall. A common fate for big silkmoth caterpillars, who get heavy and slip off the leaves. A gravel road is an unforgiving safety net.
My anger and outrage and helplessness at finding what this cretin had wrought feels very familiar. Who asked him in? Who made him the steward of someone else's land? Who anointed him Destroyer?
Chet and I said our goodbyes and walked on in the gloaming.
He was more adventuresome then, and he found a door broken into the old black barn.
I put my camera to a crack in the siding and captured him walking a plank, a single beam of light throwing him into relief. How I love that little dog's great heart.
There's no legislating humans like these. There's no stopping them. There's no appealing to their conscience, because they haven't got one. They have no aesthetic, no moral compass. There's nothing inside them to save or persuade or redeem. It only takes one destroyer to wipe out an entire ecosystem or whatever is intact and perfect that they wish to smash and ruin.
There is evil prowling through this beautiful world. There are people who take more than their share, who scoff at laws; steamroll along making up their own rules as they go, rules that suit their avarice and lust; who rip through this life, shredding the fabric of society on the way. Somehow we allow them in; somehow we make room for them; some of us look up to their arrogance, ignorance, callousness and selfishness, mistaking it for moxie and leadership, and willingly bow down to them. They're just "tellin' it like it is." It has happened before. It is happening again.
I will never bow to a destroyer. I'd sooner spit in his eye. I'd rather seek the society of creators, people who devote themselves to making the world a better place; people who contribute to arts and humanities and sciences and thus to the well-being of others; people who care for others and work to help them; people who understand that we've been given this luxuriant, insanely wonderful, irreplaceable earth, and it is not ours to despoil, but to protect.
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And then there are the little points of light. You have to turn your back, walk away from the destruction, and keep walking toward those. And you have to trust in nature. Nature remains.