Wicked is what we're doing to the earth. Destroying so much beauty, the haunting green forests and their worlds of colour, the deserts and their tough inhabitants that are so good at making something out of seemingly nothing. Destroying other creatures' homes and our own life support system. We are many and we need places to live, but why have we lost our understanding of our home, why can modern societies not live in harmony with the land and its other inhabitants? Progress is inevitable for a creature with a brain as big as ours and the ability to speak but why is progress so often destructive? Why have we lost the one-ness with nature that so many aboriginal cultures still retain? Why do we so misunderstand these aboriginal cultures so much that we call them primitive?
Wicked for Sunday Scribblings
I recently posted about the threat to flamingoes on Lake Natron here.