The Flowers that Bee - Page Two

Now, we all agree that anything manmade is not Nature right? I personally think this way of thinking is rather strange and kind of faulty seeing as how human beings are products of Nature. If we're made by Nature, shouldn't everything we make also be a part of Nature? I know that what we build changes Nature, but so do beavers' dams and birds' nests and beehives. Don't you think then those things should also not be considered a part of Nature, and not something people look for on camping trips anymore than SUVs or McDonalds are? Anyway, I'm going to ignore that little inconsistency in what we define as Nature, and delve into our manmade world. Most everyone is going to be born and live and die in "civilization", which for my purposes is anyplace or product or idea that is made by humans for humans by kicking the rest of Nature out. I guess technically African bush peoples and those people that live in the rainforests, the pygmy ones, don't fall into this poor group of people in civilization, but that's why I put "most everyone" instead of "all people". Everyone I personally know, and really, those are the only people on this world I'm concerned with, is going to live and die in our manmade world, and I am going to as well. The chances of any of us ever going into what is still pure Nature is highly unlikely, for the most part because we as a species have taken over this little planet (muwahahaha!! And your little dog too!!!). There just isn't all that much Nature left, and what are the chances I'm going to the Congo or Antarctica anytime soon? Not that there are very many flowers in Antarctica (oohh, I'm thinking somewhere around none...) but that is hardly the point.

The point is (finally, she gets to it!!) that Nature and I are alienated from each other. And she's that little semi-divine tangible mommy I was supposed to have. We were alienated from the moment I was born, and we probably will be alienated until the moment I die. All I have of her are my mother's rose bushes. I love roses, don't get me wrong. They are one of the most beautiful flowers, and one of the very few flowers that are just as lovely inside the house as out. And some roses have the most intoxicating scents. There's nothing like burying your entire face into a big beautiful red rose and being moved by the smell and the feel of the petals to somewhere wonderful right there in your own mind. I used to love digging around in our rose beds, but that was before that stage when I ran screaming every time I saw a bug. I guess I'm done with that stage, but now I'm in a lazy stage so I still don't dig in the roses. But that's ok even if I never help with the gardening, we still have roses because my mom still goes out there and weeds and trims and cuts off all the old buds. She brings them inside the house, and so we have little bugs inside our house. There was one crawling on the computer screen the other night that I named Tommy, but the odd thing was, the moment after I named him, he flew away and I haven't seen him since.

I have a strange fascination with bugs. They're ugly and kind of nasty, but to be a bug would probably be a good thing. I mean, without having to try they'd have a ready group of people to live with and be friends with. And even though they have to work so hard it's ok because they have a bunch of people that love them. And plus, if the bug is a bee, it'll have sweet, sweet honey. And you know as well as I do that the bee can't have honey without a flower. So those bees would be poor little ones you should pity if they didn't have flowers. They're the ones that will die. And poor little me, at that point in time anyway, because bees are fun to watch. I don't see very many bees. Personally, I think the nectar in flowers grown almost entirely on Miracle Gro isn't as tasty as the "real" kind. I mean, isn't diet ice cream less tasty than the non-diet kind? And whoever invented diet ice cream should go far away before I try to hunt him down. Ruin the best thing in life just like that. So there you go, no flowers, no bees, no real fattening yummy ice cream. Tragedy enough for anyone, even the most heartless friend.

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