But what do the trees think of it all? or plants of any sort, for that matter. It stands to reason that most people don't enjoy being moved around that often (enter the Trail of Tears, Warsaw Ghetto, Palestinian diaspora, and so on), so what is a plant supposed to think of the matter?
Oh, it's just like being in a military family, being slung around the globe in your childhood years, like a stone into political Goliaths. Just think of all the countries that those children get to see and be exposed to from such a young age.
Well, no kid I have ever known enjoys sitting in place for half a day, whether its at sea level, or cruising altitude. But maybe the whole military family thing can be retained: your local gardener razing the dirt of any weeds, because heaven knows they spread faster than AIDS in a vampire community. It's backyard imperialism! Exterminate and repopulate!
Maybe that's a little much. Let's take a more individualistic point of view. Wouldn't you like to go into outer space? among the stars? Or even better! How about back in time! or forwards? One must imagine the existential moment in which one realizes that one is being dragged through the world along the dimensional tracks of someone else's universe.
Which, really, sounds a little traumatizing. And when was the last time anyone enjoyed an existentialist moment?
Well, in any case, it seems like a once in a lifetime opportunity for most plants, something they can partake in as a sprout or sapling. Good luck moving that oak tree down the street.
No doubt if the idea weren't so appalling to begin with, a committee of trees would snuff out the entire practice of whisking rooted individuals all over the place. We have our own methods of dispersion thank you very much. If God had wanted men to fly, he would have given them metal detectors.
Sure, maybe a few of those sprouts enjoy the whole experience, but in the end, I suspect that they're happy to be back in their element.
"Excuse me while I kiss the sky, and curl my toes in the dirt.
If I can just live long enough to bear some fruit, maybe they'll leave me alone."
Oh, it's just like being in a military family, being slung around the globe in your childhood years, like a stone into political Goliaths. Just think of all the countries that those children get to see and be exposed to from such a young age.
Well, no kid I have ever known enjoys sitting in place for half a day, whether its at sea level, or cruising altitude. But maybe the whole military family thing can be retained: your local gardener razing the dirt of any weeds, because heaven knows they spread faster than AIDS in a vampire community. It's backyard imperialism! Exterminate and repopulate!
Maybe that's a little much. Let's take a more individualistic point of view. Wouldn't you like to go into outer space? among the stars? Or even better! How about back in time! or forwards? One must imagine the existential moment in which one realizes that one is being dragged through the world along the dimensional tracks of someone else's universe.
Which, really, sounds a little traumatizing. And when was the last time anyone enjoyed an existentialist moment?
Well, in any case, it seems like a once in a lifetime opportunity for most plants, something they can partake in as a sprout or sapling. Good luck moving that oak tree down the street.
No doubt if the idea weren't so appalling to begin with, a committee of trees would snuff out the entire practice of whisking rooted individuals all over the place. We have our own methods of dispersion thank you very much. If God had wanted men to fly, he would have given them metal detectors.
Sure, maybe a few of those sprouts enjoy the whole experience, but in the end, I suspect that they're happy to be back in their element.
"Excuse me while I kiss the sky, and curl my toes in the dirt.
If I can just live long enough to bear some fruit, maybe they'll leave me alone."
