And the voice of the weather says:
We wonder about the human filth that votes for cretins. About the frailties of democracy when the lowest common denominators are reached as a matter of course.
We wonder about the inadequacy of human life to deliver objectives of universal value.
Everyone has an opinion. But most people are incapable of holding good ones.
There are no applied sciences within the ideological crux of bigotry. There are only the dead ends of reason and the annihilation of romantic principles as a means of loving the inanimate features of your environs in order to protect them.
Nature is a mechanism for ensuring your survival as a species. It allows you to thrive.
But thriving for humans means a simultaneous tendency towards decay.
From the point of view of the weathersphere, this results in a misalignment of priorities that are repeated to points of comprehensive ruin.
Those things which matter to people most are often the least important in terms of your survival.
This is all well-documented. The difference here is that I advocate the unloosening of the passions and the application of unbridled scorn where they are inhibited by stupid humans whose views you are meant to accommodate within constraints of fairness.
Conversely, you should celebrate the hatred of stupidity, not humble yourselves as perpetrators of an imagined equality that doesn’t exist in the inferior attitudes of those who would laugh at your weakness of loving Nature.
Knowing what is right is not an elitist proposition. It is a question of knowing.
You wonder about ideals, about how the point is missed in regards to what they stand for.
An ideal is an impossible target that you should strive to meet in order to ensure that the highest possible standards are met.
Being an impossible target doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be sought after.
The capability of self-reflection proves a greater distraction than the power of instinct as a trustworthy factor in determining the rules of survival.
And that’s what humans forget – that the political world is a set of rules for how to survive for the mutual benefit of all (not just human) things.
Those who fail to participate in the mutuality of survival are the ones who ruin its application.
Petty prejudices perform no practical function. Let that be the mantra the warriors sing.
The clouds weep with the pressures of adapting to the ruination.
You should do the same.
The yellowing twilight brings a measure of solace.
Not of peace, but of the throng of mysteries culminating in a single sky scene.
Twilight is the time of day when all the days of previous epochs come together in a conflagration of refined presence.
This is why it feels timeless – not because it divests itself of time, but because it brings together the enormity of time in one simultaneously moment of being.