Edge Lord

Nature becomes herself naturally. But to both see and experience the world of man as a natural process is a more difficult task requiring attention and perspective. Everywhere you look, there is nature. Both urban sidewalks and the mountains are her domain. She lives in the suburbs, the city centers, the mountains, the reefs, the rivers, and the bays. You will see her ripping herself apart as she tediously cuts through mountain rocks and concrete slabs with her tiny blades made of grass. Without nature's self-destructive blessing, there is no life.  Blessed are the busy thriving cities clogged with traffic and bloated with thoughtless pedestrians, for nature has given them her kiss of life. Cursed is the Sea of Tranquility, for it knows only peace. There are believers who would end the human race on behalf of the planet; their will is the will of nature and life. There are believers who would end the Earth on behalf of the human race; their will is the will of nature and li...

Son, a man is a combination of a number of things. By that I mean, a man is a bundle of many characteristics. A man is not simple. But a hero, the kind in books, movies, paintings, allegories—what have you—may have only one particular defining characteristic. And when viewed in hindsight, it may seem like the greatest of our forefathers were the embodiment of a particular, singular virtue; but that is not so: they were men. The telling of history is like the crafting of an imperfect image, a representation,  a caricature designed for a purpose, interwoven with ideology and agenda. Even the greatest historical figures were men who were not different from us in any fundamental way—men whose essence was, in reality, a combination of a number of things. Son, a man—or a woman—or any sufficiently-intelligent self-conscious entity—is the combination of a number of things. First, a man is made from dust, or perhaps atoms—something mundane, vulgar, and lifeless. Then a ma...