To Be Gardeners

Humanity’s fatal flaw may be our failure to recognize that we are the scale of Super Being the Universe wanted, at least for this moment.

Instead, we push blindly toward the creation of our own idealized “superiors” - Olympians, “growth”, “development”, robotics, AIs - but blind effort in that direction ignores our role.

If we fail to recognize our place in relationship with the rest of nature, why wouldn’t our creations surely make the same mistake?

If we’d look down, as does a gardener, and tend the microscopic world a square foot at a time, we’d understand our power respective to this universe; that we are as gods to Soil.

We come from there and will return, tending in the in-between the other children of our divine Mother. Each choice we make at that one foot level - to prune or let ramble, to clean or let decay, to replant or eliminate … they are the acts of a god shaping the future and past.

Just as we shape our gods towards our ideals, so the universe dreamed us to see it to paradise.

It’s a lovely thought to think the universe worships us, and that by worshipping it back, we are joined in a loving union.

That’s our true purpose in alignment with the divine - To be gardeners of this Paradise. Not farmers, not landscapers, but loving gardeners - all of us.