I run a strange experiment in my little zen garden. I truly let permaculture and nature take its course. I let plants die and new ones be born. I let animals (yes we have rats) and tiny lizards and spiders and earthworms, dreamily live on their little planet.
Except...
That one particular plant, which is kind of a weed, with tiny leaves like the tamarind tree...I yank out....because once it settles in....it multiplies almost every night till it takes control of the complete pot.
Every time I de-weed it....the thought does cross my mind. Who am I to kill it?
What gives me power over its destiny? Who am I helping? Why am I helping? I am adding entropy into the world. Why is that tiny leaf tree less valuable to me than the basil or Jamun tree that also grows there.
I play God. I don’t enjoy it...but I still play it. And every single time the existential question hits me hard - WhoTF am I?
Except...
That one particular plant, which is kind of a weed, with tiny leaves like the tamarind tree...I yank out....because once it settles in....it multiplies almost every night till it takes control of the complete pot.
Every time I de-weed it....the thought does cross my mind. Who am I to kill it?
What gives me power over its destiny? Who am I helping? Why am I helping? I am adding entropy into the world. Why is that tiny leaf tree less valuable to me than the basil or Jamun tree that also grows there.
I play God. I don’t enjoy it...but I still play it. And every single time the existential question hits me hard - WhoTF am I?
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