One thing I like to do is take nature walks. I’ve flown to the Brazilian rainforest, the Serengeti, Yosemite National Park, Mount Everest, the Galapagos, the list goes on. I can even fly through Antarctica without freezing. When I go to those places I like to touch adown and walk through them. I can’t risk being seen flying but I’ve met other explorers as well as members of local communities on my hikes. I’m always on the lookout for wildlife, but the animals sense me coming and hide. All the wildernesses of the world are just a few seconds away.
I think about the animals that live in the places I go and wonder what it’s like to be them. The big cats or swinging monkeys, butterflies or crocodiles, the eagles soaring so high—don’t worry I do not hassle them. So many different life forms make up the animal kingdom, with the mighty lion at the top. They would adjust to my presence if I made it my goal to live among them. Nothing can outrun me, and little can hurt me when I am in motion. How fascinating it would be if they accepted my presence and tolerated me in their territories. I could be an ambassador for mankind and help them to not fear us. Of course they have good reason. If we threw humans and animals into the mix together it would be anarchy in its purest form. People running to cuddle the koalas and grizzly bears charging to pounce on the people. A great symphonic harmony of life it would not be. If it were only me, I feel I could coexist peacefully in their various habitats. If only the animals could abstain from participating in the food chain, they could be much more civilized.
Of all the places I visit the rainforests are the most vivid. So green, with flowers and fruit bursting with all the colors. I’m convinced the Brazilian rainforest neutralizes the pollution from all the cars the world over, so richly full of life it is. Being able to fly makes me covet other abilities. I want to run swiftly like the cheetah, be strong like the silver back gorilla, see like the eagle, hear like the bat. I want these abilities to fully appreciate nature in all its glory. Mankind should share a camaraderie with the animals, we shouldn’t live in conflict with them.
I can feel the gaps between humans and animals, between animals and animals, between humans and humans, between every living thing filling up with life. There shall be peace forevermore. Say goodbye to any potential problems threatening to cause disharmony in your life, for soon it will be replaced by perfection. Maybe not soon exactly, but someday. Where fighting used to be necessary amiable connections and new friendships will abound. “The wolf shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the young goat, and the calf and the lion and the fattened calf together.” What a welcome change of pace a world of harmony would be.
Of course harmony on the outside must correspond to peace and freedom on the inside. Freedom of one’s mind and heart to think and feel without interruption or obstruction, the truest parts of ourselves being infinitely free, free to wander, free to laugh and love without any threatening concerns to bring one down. Reality is changing. No one knows how good life can be, not yet. All of this, everything we know is just the beginning.
Patience. We have more work to do. We have an angry God still to fear. I may be able to fly but I feel no angel wings on my back, but only a hope that someday I will. I need to stay low despite what I might feel. Low, low, low.
Wildernesses the world over are abounding with life. Plants, trees, tough creatures that have survived in harsh conditions. Even in the most desolate places where nothing can survive, life can be heard, for it is not far. The rhythm of the jungle beats in my chest. The waters of the Nile flow through my veins. The mountain tops call my name, shouting, “Come! Fly to us!” I hear the music of life beginning to ring out from every corner of the globe.
I dare not fathom the heights to which someday I might rise, but instead I stay low with the insects, for even they are alive, seeing, hearing, touching, smelling, tasting. Life is too good for me, I do not deserve it. Let me crawl in the dirt, wade through the swamp, sink down into the quicksand all the way to the center of the earth, for I am unworthy. Do not count me among the company of living things. Call me deceased. That is what life has done to me time and again. Many lives have I tried to live, and as many I have lost. Goodnight, world, may I see you in the waking.
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