Truth and time

Truth lies sprawled flat on the sea bed, resting like a camouflaged octopus, awaiting the next disturbance, to get things moving along. Truth in Nature has a different time-line to ours (she having lived longer than the ‘poor’ humans!)
Nature, like any other predator, strikes when she sees an opportunity. She however, unlike any other predator, doesn’t need to eat her prey. All she needs is protégé. She needs our company. She’s mum downstairs waiting for us, upstairs, to wake up … we ain’t that much fun asleep … and previously she’s only had the animals to play with (humans having been such dull playmates for centuries now).
Upstairs she can hear our grunts and shiftings, and guesses it’s time to ‘get up’. Nature calls her invitation up to us, to come down for breakfast. R.S.V.P.
Humans have sat on their cushions too long without getting up, standing up for the greater good. Is it sleep or was it drug-induced? Anyhow, it was a long period of dark, muddled thinking – humans not seeing the dangers and wonders, and having therefore no reason to wake up. And only when disaster strikes, as presently, do we review the situation. Thoroughly … when, unfortunately, the sun has been up for hours and the day’s nearly over. We’re late to repair. We see the problems, see the repair and then with all-brain-no-sense we make the whole job complicated and long winded.
We have the potential to fix things, we always knew that, and yet it eludes us. We know that humans, when the chips are down, do adapt and can plan ahead, but the trouble is we’re always running late. We should start repairing things earlier than we do - why are we so ‘eleventh hour’ about things? Surely this shows (in all of us) an astounding level of insecurity and selfishness.
Surely we each have insight, foresight, ‘sight’ for heaven’s sake. We can see up ahead, we can spot the looming train-on-the-line and get out of its way. Not difficult. But we’re mesmerised by something, and “we know not what it is”.
We’re perhaps in the grip of post-modern madness, or rather “post-nursery” juvenility. We don’t take to repairing things, kids never think about that. We leave it to others. Post-nursery adults can’t quite grow up in that we can’t even make an intellectual response to this one serious adult suggestion - to be nicer people. We can’t seem to get around to improving our relations with whomsoever we need to (and we now know by going vegan we can with animals). This is the goal of Animal Rights and Veganism. Indeed this may be the only substantial goal the human race needs.
What about our relationships? Perhaps we’ve all the right equipment to be a good lover but we just need to be nicer with it or more aware of what we do with it. Our next step is always opening of consciousness.
It’s not as if we don’t frequently project an image of ‘the highly-sensitive-human-of-the-future’ but we just never get around to applying ourselves to work on it.
Until we do, Nature won’t trust us, mainly for not owning up to what we’ve done. She doesn’t need to know about the whole crime but she needs to see in our eyes that we have a new intention: not to do it again. To know that we’ve learned our lesson.
She looks ahead and looks forward to see the truth coming out in us. She’s over all our mea culpas (admitting all those “things we ought not to have done”), she’s a waiter. She waits for us to wake up properly before coming downstairs for breakfast. She’s been up all night, kept from rest by the incessant noise we’ve been making. Even if Nature has been sorely injured by humans she’s a patient patient. No hurry-hurry. She’s been here before!
She knows how to wait for us to become self-generators.