What If? - Pinecones.
Monday, March 30, 2009
A comment engendered by Lucy's post "Yesterday" -
- Pinecones do not exist for us to observe them, we exist so that there can be pinecones. The job of humanity is to observe. We do not own, we are not the master of the world, we are the servant of What Might Be, making the world moment to moment so that all the wonderful things that might be in it have a chance to exist.
7 comments:
That's... beautiful.
It is a nice way to view our interaction with the universe. I wonder if the pinecones are observing us back.
Can the pine cone be aware of us? Perhaps. Eventually, everything is everything else so perhaps the pine cone is an echo of something we were - not in a crude, evolutionary sense - or something we will one day be?
So perhaps Lucy was, in a way, observing a part of herself.
Whenever you observe something as 'beautiful' I reckon it can only be a reflection of yourself, a brain that is processing visual data and making transient 'sense' of that data.
One day I'd like to be a pine cone, as long as no one tread on me ;)
It's a big argument in favour of reincarnation, isn't it? To get the chance to be everything?
I do wonder at what tribulations the life of a pine cone would engender, and whether the pine cone gets to be a pine tree. I think that would be interesting too; people are small and hot and fast, so I imagine that a tree would be slow and cool.
Maybe I read too much Tolkein as a kid and maybe the woods are really thronging with sex and fury.
There's probably a vegetable romance novel in there: Forest of Passion, anyone?
If you decide to write that romance, I reckon a potato should be the hero of the piece, with beetroot cast as a 'tart with a heart' and celery would be the feisty heroine.
I can't believe I'm talking such nonesense. Sorry :) I'm off to take my medication...
Potatos do have an "everyman" quality about them. There's something very reliable about a spud. The trouble with them is that they're not terribly exciting; I see a sort of "Far from the Madding Crowd" deal here, with Bathsheba Everdene being played by celery.
And there's the other issue about anthropomorphising vegetables - they have all the wrong assosciations. When I think of celery, I do not think of wholesomeness, I think of dental floss. I think of an hour's unrewarding but worthy chewing.
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