The earth is a ball thrumming with activity. Period.

Life bends towards continuity.

Humans pull it all towards competition for survival.

Humans don’t matter to earth.

Earth matters to humans as wealth, resource, and home.

Faith and ethics control exchange, trade for now. While nothing controls war and waste.

We are all connected, say the swamijis and gurus.

We are.

But not in the way we could least imagine.

What happens, happens. It doesn’t take permission from the universe to be so.

We explain or blame after the fact. We are mere passengers on a speeding bus driven by someone else.

Like the great Bard said…

This is all a great sound and fury for absolutely nothing.

So, do what you will.

For in the great ending of our Bohemian Rhapsody, nothing really matters.

Nothing. Really. Matters.