The Earth is Anarchy

The Earth is Anarchy.

When you sew a seed.

There is no government forcing it to grow.

The act of emergence only needs to be nurtured, by the proper environment.

The proper(ty) norms.

It may be a human hand, or the wind which tosses the potential-filled speck to the ground.

It may be animal excrement. It may be the fur of a raccoon.

The method doesn’t matter. The anarchy is inside.

The only ruler present here is nature herself.

The plant needs no legislation to put forth its leaves.

No threat of violence to soak up the sunlight and water.

No threat of violence to put forth her fruit.

The farmer may order things. Nature may order things.

Reality says that some places are unfit for growth. A farmer may remove some weeds.

Order is not opposed to anarchism.

Your body is similar. A government to itself.

Who is the ruler? Many have guessed at this.

Will your heart stop beating if legislation is not made threatening it to continue?

Do you need to “pass a law” to lift your morning coffee to your lips?

No. You don’t even need to think about it.

You are a self-enclosed autonomy. A god.

What if we took a cue from nature, and found what works best, and what doesn’t?

The plant grows if proper conditions are met. Cutting down the plant or harming it does not help it.

What if humans could be afforded the same respect we give to a garden?

Property is necessary so that we don’t suffocate one another. So our branches can spread.

Proper conditions must be met.

Learning is our natural state. We seek order and happiness, in the same way that a plant puts forth things in order.

Shoot, stalk, branches, leaves, fruit…

This order is not coerced.

This order-seeking is our natural state.

I would warn you not to heed those who say nature prefers chaos.

Look outside at the forest. This is the biggest lie there is. Order is everywhere.

Surely, the obviously sentient beings can at least achieve what a plant can?

If not, then maybe these beings attempting to use force should properly be viewed as weeds.

Useless cancer strangling the proliferation of freedom.

You are a seed. Grow!

-SH