- The true reality is that we are animals.
- Our drives and desires are those of animals, but repurposed to the modern world.
- Nature is our true home. Not apartments. The natural world is a brutal and frightening place. But it is the one place where we can remember what we are.
To nature’s creatures, we are gods. We follow strange rules that are often incomprehensible to them. We can be kind or cruel.
- boxes stuck on their heads
- If all else fails, go to the strange ones for aid. Maybe they will help.
- They definitely eat meat (it can be smelt when they have BBQs and stuff), but at least for city animals, the humans are never seen to be hunting. Where does it come from??
Humans are eldrich gods
- On the world in which we live, human beings are analogous to Lovecraft's Eldrich gods, who destroy without knowing, recognising, or caring. Imagine:
- You are a creature that's been placed in a warped, incomprehensible universe, which booms and shudders with alien music that drives you so insane that you die. You're actually a goldfish in a bowl, that Shaq has installed on top of his Mercedes' speaker system.
- You're a creature that flies through a tiny hole, and emerge into an expansive cavern filled by multicoloured, giant creatures and otherworldly sights and smells beyond description. You turn to leave but every direction is blocked by invisible force fields, through which you can see the way out but cannot pass. You try every exit, uselessly, until you eventually die of exhaustion, the way out staring at you just an inch away, but impassable. You're now just a dead fly on a windowsill.
- It's night in the bush. You're digging to eat roots when you hear movement behind you. Your head shoots up and around and you see a creature with glowing eyes staring back at you in the darkness. It freezes. The clouds shift for a moment, giving you a glimpse of the other creature. It's three times your size, a predator, with stripes down its side and knives for fingers. It takes a step towards you, perfectly positioning its feet among the fallen leaves to move in complete silence. You're terrified. In this suspended moment the wind picks up for a moment, bringing the scent of the creature to you - you smell its food. The creature has already eaten. It is stalking you to kill you for fun. Something within you shatters; you turn and leap over a fallen tree in a burst of energy, and the creature responds instantly. It lunges, knives outstretched, but misses - it's overextends, goes too far, and faceplants into a tree. You're just a rabbit who has encountered Kibbles, someone's regular house cat.
If nature could have an opinion on humans:
She does not understand or care about what we consider achievements - Art, STEM, culture, any of it: She thinks them a waste of time.
She doesn't even care about our booming population and how we've spread around the globe, as we cannot maintain it.
She's indifferent to the death of individual creatures and the extinction of their species caused by humans, as she always has been indifferent to tragedy.
She values only the proliferation and sustainability of species. She only looks forward, and looks curiously at the invasive species, the ones that are flourishing in the new conditions, and have the potential to inherit the wasteland we leave behind.