What are we

Imagine a world where we live right along side oak trees and rivers, lions and ants. 

Imagine not being limited by thoughts that say we are finite creatures trapped in disintegrating bodies.

Imagine being able to view the world from perspectives not constrained by humanity.

It is so arrogant to believe that we are the only species who communicates, thinks, creates.

Look at the species who can live with us.  I wonder if I could adjust to living with them?

I do believe we are the most manipulative species, the best at using all the others, narcissistic beings who really think we are somehow so unique and god like that we can do whatever we think of.

If we really can do anything we can think of  -- then we need to think bigger, more expansively!

Why limit ourselves to this tiny microcosm of understanding when we are surrounded by a living planet that does so much more?

It is amazing how primitive we still are.  How many thousands of years ago did we all sit around staring into a fire made by us, believing it was our fire until it consumed us?

I wonder when we will learn that all our accomplishments, rules and beliefs are those of a toddler in a tolerant world that allows us to destroy each other and it, because it must and can.  Like a tolerant grandmother, the rest of creation patiently allows us to grow up so that eventually humans might grow out too.

I will not live long enough to see human beings use their whole mind, or step into the vast brotherhood of all creation, trees, mountains, whales, water, wind, ?, so miraculous it is inconceivable to us now . . .

But I wish I could.