Letters to you

When a forest becomes paved, I wonder what it looks and feels like from the point of view of the faerie realm.

The version of the new testament that I read long ago says that one and only one crime will never be forgiven: blasphemy of the Holy Spirit.

What the heck IS "blasphemy of the holy spirit", I wondered when I read it. Surely it's not some pickled old bum cursing god, country, and destiny.

I think I'm pretty sure I know what the answer is now. Control and domination of the Life Force, control of the Love that binds matter together, control of the planet's magnetic poles, grids, and heart, attempting to place the Earth's heart in a cage. Here are some good candidates:

Patenting and owning of genetic code;
Nuclear detonation (reversing of the strong force, which amounts to scattering love and consciousness);
Genetic engineering - creating life forms without love - amounts to rape and the creation of orcs;
Ownership of life forms, land, water, or air with intent to exploit;
Changing the planet's ice caps and weather patterns with intent to exploit;
Desecrating the earth's polar and equator regions with intent to exploit;

Heh. Just finished putting away the last of last week's laundry this morning. I must have washed everything in the house - aside from camping laundry, the cats decided to use rialian's bed as a litterbox to express their displeasure at our absense. I guess that could be considered part of the camping laundry in a way.

This morning something out of the ordinary occurred. I was walking up and down my block doing the usual morning litter run - some of the people who use the bike path haven't been indoctrinated with our anti-litterbug mentality yet... So anyway, I was picking up garbage when I saw that someone had dumped a large bag of bottles and cans plus a good-sized pabst beer box. I tried to get them but I couldn't reach them without climbing down the creek bank. They had been tossed over the side of the creek bank, and if I left them there other people would get the idea and toss more junk on top of them. Dilemma. I figured I'd come back after work and use my ladder to get to them. Just then a man called me from a cross street a half a block away:

"Are you trying to make a difference?"

At first, having never heard those words before, I couldn't comprehend what he was saying. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Are you trying to make a difference?"

I walked a little closer while still leaving enough distance to make a run for it if I had to.

"I'm sorry, still didn't hear you."

"Are you trying to make a difference?"

It took three times, but I finally got it.

"Yeah. People dumped trash along the bike path and I'm picking it up".

"Can I help you?"

"Um, yeah - someone dumped trash where I can't get it - can you climb down there and pick up that beer box and bag of trash?"

After looking along the bank for a bit, he spotted it and got it out, and put it in the nearby trashcan (yes, there is a trashcan, but a lot of people don't use it for some reason).

After I thanked him profusely, he said, "you're welcome", and walked back to the street he had been on, and continued walking toward wherever he'd been going in the first place. So he'd actually walked out of his way to do this.

My first reaction to him had been "keep enough distance to make a run for it." As he was walking away, I thought "I should offer a ride to wherever he's going" but then of course an immediate, "No, can't, stranger, danger, carjacking, murder, rape, no."

I feel somewhat like the native people who were unable to see the ships.