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The eartH Needs Our Silence


It is not written anywhere that I know of that the eartH needs our silence (as well as our life, laughter and love), but I’d imagine it is so based on the fact that our noise brings nothing of any benefit to the eartH. By noise I mean war, genocide, murder, machines of extraction, machines of pollution, and most, if not all, machines of industry. Our foul noise truly has no benefit to our survival as a species and it certainly has no benefit to nature, at least none that I can see.

(Where is it written that the eartH needs silence? I mean it sounds stupid, numbskull! It’s just another planet!)

It may sound stupid to you, Curmudgeon, but I see the eartH quite differently. To me it is not just another planet; it is water, air, soil, vegetation, life. It’s not too difficult to see the eartH as an exceptional planet, is it?

(Silence…)


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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