So why shouldnt any living or inanimate thing not believe in GOD? God is the leader of the stuff we cant figure out for ourselves so we develop "FAITH" LOOK THAT UP IN THE DICTIONARY PLEASE. That there is power greater than our selves that created all of this shit. Hey it doesnt have to be cognitive or even nice. It soesnt have to have a gender or even a form. It can just be the sum total make up of all the molecules of all the shit thats in all the universe. I saw where they let Zoo gorillas morn the loss of theyre eupnanized matriarch. They grieved. So is a matriarch a leader, is a leader a god form? When Elephants pass by bones of dead they snniff gently nudge and eve sometimes rearrange the placement of bones. So why are we primate human species special in our "definition" of what a god should be. Do ants have god, I think so. What do you think, Steve stvchiste@aol.com sending you greetings of love and good vibes.
I don't think they 'believe' in much but I think they're very much part of the All That Is or whatever you want to fill in the "god" blank. If you asked if they had consciousness I'd fer shure say yes.
Hmmm.. food for thought, though...
Posted by: caroline | December 19, 2004 at 01:33 AM
Hey, the blog is fleshing out... Good to see you resist the buried editor inside that says, "screw this" and deletes or revises everything.
Zoos are fascinating... partly because it takes balls to lock up samples of other species for our amusement... partly because they do open windows for us to observe how animals behave in captivity... launching of course metaphor on metaphor.
Today I came across a DH Lawrence poem that seems synchronistic, so I'll put it here for what it's worth. I hope there's room in the comment field for this. We'll see.
The Elephant is Slow to Mate
D.H. Lawrence
The elephant, the huge old beast,
is slow to mate;
he finds a female, they show no haste
they wait
for the sympathy in their vast shy hearts
slowly, slowly to rouse
as they loiter along the river-beds
and drink and browse
and dash in panic through the brake
of forest with the herd,
and sleep in massive silence, and wake
together, without a word.
So slowly the great hot elephant hearts
grow full of desire,
and the great beasts mate in secret at last,
hiding their fire.
Oldest they are and the wisest of beasts
so they know at last
how to wait for the loneliest of feasts
for the full repast.
They do not snatch, they do not tear;
their massive blood
moves as the moon-tides, near, more near
till they touch in flood.
Posted by: Mari | December 19, 2004 at 09:30 PM