It’s
harvest time. We reap as we sow, so we
are told. But it’s not quite true is it?
Sometimes we reap what others have sown, and the taste is bitter. Sometimes we reap those things that have
grown naturally, without our input.
Biology asserts itself.
Someone
set a seedling in my neighbourhood. We
didn’t like it, it was ugly, but he delighted in it like a child. He tended the seed and it grew a little. Until now.
Now, its loathsome tentacles have reached out and grabbed us by the
throat. Its rude demeanour offends those
who see it and they would cut it down along with those of us held in its
grip. They think that we are part of
it. But we are not, we suffer more than
the offended as the grip increases. There
is no life in the soil around it. It
must go.
If
only we knew how the plant can die. It appears
so robust. Will be ever know the end?
Will this become an anecdote or the cul de sac?
The grip must loosen. Biology
will eventually re-assert and people will turn away from the sight of a near
dead parasite. But we must move away in
case of those things that lie dormant , waiting to spring back to life.
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