I find myself responding in a squirmy revulsion to some things.
One of those is the attitude that things have no worth or reason to be unless they serve you.
Most of our Knowledge of nature and life around us is based upon what we can eat or make use of.
An exploitive arrogance that is our collective blind spot, distorting our perceptions of our surroundings .
The world can no longer be experienced genuinely as it presents itself,, instead it is here to serve us, to please or bring profit.
The limbless they live inside a Place
There is something in the nature of there form and the contortions of their movement that freak a lot of folks out.
They are the embodiments of animating will , mobile by carefully leveraging themselves between and around .
, With the simplest of forms, and sense of direction they are masters of a world Below us and beneath us , Perhaps they are the masters within and without as well.
The maggots and worms, Serpents and Dragons all getting a bum wrap as gluttonous monsters.
Yet who protects the treasures of the land? Who guards the wealth of the Earth? The power of Place?
