Looking at my trees.
Not one the same.
9 geneses.
Why?
One makes shade.
One food.
One shelter.
One seasonal—the only one alive in
Winter only.
What diversity.
How come?
Is that a coincidence? All that diversity.
Or did nomads drop seeds of usefulness to their local community after travel and study.
Shade, food, seasons, all accounted for.
And does it matter to notice?
When my professors who I love cannot afford for State Farm or GE to take the pennies not noticed lost off the dollar gained just to invest in a sample of cylinder soil to carbon date an Engineer.
Should it matter?
Does it make sense to deny the range of human intent?
When knowing intent can cure crime?
It may make me sad.
To lose the investments in the science of intent, I think is worth studying.
To know Human.
And the decision makers that I trust.
In God we Trust.
My bliss I thank thee.
But, if you need me to say something, eat the apple, say no.
To call you out on account of a wrong long term decision.
I would not cost you all.
I would not cost you at all.
You can start and say it is worth it.
I see.
I stand.
I understand.
From see to shining sea.
I check and balance my mate.
Time to call in the troops.
Reinforce.
Ignorance traded in for knowledge with bliss sustained.
Paradise.
About the Creator
Angelique Pesce
Author,Lover,Scientist,Political Commentator,Humanist. Working on Art and Law is my life. Whether producing a doc, designing a pair of jeans, writing books, sailing at sea, singing out loud, knowing my audience...all of it makes me happy.
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