Once by ice and now by fire, erasing her mistakes, Mother Earth must wonder how many times it takes to finally get the world planned right, for once the lot is cast, how can she watch sufficiently a planet that’s so vast?
Her hope is that but rarely she must resort to extinction to control a species risen to such great distinction that it uses up more resources than it can provide. How many times must she restore a planet that has died?
She casts a might yawn and then breathes fire once again— cancelling out excesses that they can’t see as sin. Caught in a clinch as they resist all means of education, perhaps the only answer is mankind’s eradication.
My dreams always end before some big climax—the revelation of what is behind the wall or who is behind the spread cape, ready to turn around and solve the mystery. Dreams are a wonderland we dive into unaware—a little surprise some part of us produces every night. A vast world composed of images real and false. Bits from our past or present scrambled up with fantastic elements perhaps remembered from our youth. Dreams where we can fly. Sinister alleys and unknown streets we wander through, at first with a false assurance that they will lead to somewhere. It is with regrets or a heartfelt “hurray!” that we awaken from these dreams—either saved or disappointed by the awakening—our lives somehow sorted out by the weird realignment of facts and fantasy that they accomplish, like shuffled cards, rearranging our past by mixing it in with the future or with fantasy. Dreams are a surreal world we enter every night, no less real than the world we live in every day. Just different, made up of different parts of ourselves. A second chance, perhaps. Or a sorting out of problems, worries, regrets.
That first triumphant journey of a toddler on a trike predicts his future conquering of a two-wheel bike. Despite his mom’s temptation to grab his overalls to whisk him off from crisis and save him from his falls, nothing can be gained from this. He needs to face his spills. Part of education is dealing with the ills that he’ll be called upon to deal with in his future life. We cannot live our children’s lives or guarantee no strife.