
The idea of “natural” being equivalent to “good” was invented in the early 18th century by Romantics, people who made a career out of being unable to think straight.

One of the main tasks of childhood is to learn how to deal with monsters.
This is why dinosaurs are so fascinating for children –
they are monsters, concrete and palpable.
There is nothing human about them,
they kill with teeth and claws, not words, greed and cowardice.
They are easy, training monsters,
a menace you can understand, a threat without ambivalence.
What do you do if you meet a monster?
Do you run?
Do you fight?
Do you train to be stronger than them?
Do you learn to be smarter?
After going to the Museum of Natural History
and learning about T-Rex
you couldn’t stop laughing:
running around with your arms pressed into your sides,
waving your hands feebly at chest-level,
saying, ‘itty-bitty hands!’
I think you chose the best option.
I think you will be all right.

White feathers litter the ground
under the castle wall,
torn out by doves
fighting for nesting sites.

Who am I?
Am I reflections of the world or the mirrors reflecting it?
Where do I begin?
What is inside and what is outside?
Inside and outside of what?
There is no one answering.
I hope there is someone asking.

We live in an endless universe consisting of space and time… and we are always short of both.

People who tell you to go back to your roots are merely lonely –
they have already devolved to the pre-sapient stage and want you to join them back there.