It's
an eat or be eaten world.
No offense. Just that cycle of live
thing.
A coneflower is eaten by grasshopper, who
falls prey to watchful blackbird, who is pounced upon by cat, who ends
up dying in the shade of an old barn where wild daisies grow.
Humanity, in their evolutionary tromp
through time learned that lesson well. Faced by predators larger,
faster, and armed with big sharp pointy teeth, we had to be smarter, fiercer and more determined to kill lest we be
killed.
Otherwise
there'd be no one around to admire my Dad's photography and my
insightful wit.
What really concerns me is how we will
finally find the ability to shake our evolutionary imprinting that pits
us against ourselves? We need to move on beyond our constant search for
power over those weaker than us. If Darwin wants to really help out,
arrange for an evolutionary path that doesn't force us to debate the
necessity of war or the policy of security versus freedom.
Like I said. It's an eat or be eaten
world.
But that doesn't mean we don't have a
choice. For unlike the grasshopper, we can choose to let a coneflower remain
a coneflower. Enough extra flowers in the world and who knows what might
happen.