gardening has this reputation as a gentle and chill hobby but you know what?? gardening is actually a constant and brutal conflict between the human need for control and the will of life to spread – a battle between life and death itself, even. in the garden I am the Overlord Supreme, Peerless Queen of the Dirt, Arbiter Above All, the ultimate and final judge over who gets to live and who must die. I drowned an entire anthill today for daring to exist in my realm, and the blood of hundreds has soiled my soul. my thumbs may be green but my hands are black and deadly.
This explains more about Samwise Gamgee than anything else I have ever read.
I made a compilation of the all the creepy, crawlies of the world. From top to bottom, we have a melting scorpion, a predatory flatworm that is attacking an adorable snail, a katydid feasting on a cricket, a feasting comb jelly, a godforsaken sling-jaw wrasse, a snake eating bird eggs and an ogre-faced spider.
weirdly, or maybe not-weirdly, photos like this fill me with hope.
Because no matter how much we stamp our feet and insist on being All-Important, maybe we’re actually not so much, and after we take ourselves off the game board in a huff of indignation, Life will barely notice we were there.
Something rather like this is happening on Cybertron at the moment. Though with considerably more consumption of corpses easily evident.
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