For earthweal. I have gut feelings about the wild and I’m happy to leave them unanalysed. Most analysis of the mind sounds like over-think to me. What’s real is what we can see and touch. I’m with Saint Thomas on that one.
Into the dark
When first we feared the dark
we sought to light with fire
the shadows full of hostile eyes.
Those times are dead, and now
we are the dark, the hostile eyes,
the nature red in tooth and claw.
The night of stars and silver moon
shines in other eyes, a world
of quiet dark and feathered sleep,
furred feet that tread the mystic grass.
We have conquered wild and dark,
tipped the balance of our moonlit fields.
We reign supreme in this, our ashen world,
the only ones to walk the earth
in mortal fear of our own kind.