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None cares for The Ecology, yet all those that consume care for Their Environment. Due to the inherent weakness of being a consumer many people band together to enhance the sustainability of consumption.

Once the local environment has been stripped of all easily exploited resources the, largely two dimensional, landscape is ripe for takeover. Only upon meeting other groups of exploiters do we acknowledge the finite limitation of our expansion and deem their to be an ecology that needs to prosper to produce further resources.

That Ecology is limited by the need to exploit it. Ecology in this sense is better termed a sustainable environment for those on the take. All businesses have such an ethical plan, to maximise the profit from a sustainable subset of consumers and given the competitive nature of consumers, the business is always looking at ways to expanse both its customers and suppliers.

The Ecology is a moral view of all of nature, not the sustainability of the human, or for that matter, any particular species. This Earth Bio Ecology accepts the dominance of humans as of their might, yet is not subject to it for this Ecology as any ecology by knowledge is fluxating mix of forms.

For one to care for The Ecology would be to sit back and see how it evolves, something alien to consumers.

Logic is the source of all errors,
for there can be no error without logic
and if it were not for logic
none could argue

As images show ideas so words try to pin such visions to simplistic symbols that allegedly have logic at their root. For those that count beyond two logic is the divider, the string in the sand, the knife of dissent and argument. The sound of desperation where polarity should resolve to one is the view of co-operation and dependence, an image so ripe that it must of itself burst and shower the mind with fragments of intent.

Though logic may not be painted as love, love, having a polarity, is surely the sound of logic.

And so the errors flow

Such beauty is tiring and trying, so warming there is concern of burning out before greater awareness can evolve. Even Joy seems aghast at the hidden wonder about to unfold.

For the infirm that cannot control their body temperature, such revelations are frightening and establishing some distance is the only sensible option. The awareness of lack of control and the fear of being overpowered is prominent, yet acknowledging my weakness frees me from the guilt that I should do better; that I should cope with a joy I recognise but am unable to embrace.

So comes sadness in that I cannot have that which seems here for me but out of reach and turn my sadness upon itself and am sad that I am sad.

I wish neither to consume, nor be consumed by love, but to have my love consumed, and in the emptiness that prevails dwells the wonder where weariness has vanished, long gone this stifled love afraid to be free.

Demand of me until I die
then demand of thee
demand nought but emptiness to be
and if truth should woo you to embrace
know all is truly lies.

If I place my hand in the fire do I complain that I have been burnt by the fire?
If I travel to a foreign land and I am not accepted, do I blame the residents?
For within my fear and loss lies the pain, not in fire, nor friend or foe.

The prospect of pleasure and gain in every way binds me to a life of consumption and death. As I expect death, should I not then be prepare to be consumed?

But I find I am unprepared for death as also for killing.
It is not the death that I shy from but the thoughts of what I have done
when in the last moments I will unable to distract myself
through wanton consumption

I am suspicious by nature, wanting to understand. I get it that Perma-culture is mean to be a better type of agriculture in that is is supposed to be permanent, sustainable. That it includes not just agriculture but the lifestyle of the workers. Yet it all seems to organised, too controlling; there's even a book on basic principles, like a bible - enough said.

The first major conflict I had was with a friend Ian, who debated the sustainability of vegan agriculture; especially so if it not be organic. What I did like about Ian was his desire to do things himself, but now that meant killing a pig for a house-mate, to show he could and it fitted the permaculture plan of using animals in close proximity.

The second run in, some 20 years later was with new neighbours. I first met him, where he donned the permaculture garb, I said little. But some days letter I mete him and her, far more attractive so I engaged.

" Your bloke said you are into Permaculture " 'OH! Yes, have you heard of it?'
"Isn't that where you try to get the most out of the environment for as little work as possible" Hmm! Sort of!
" Sounds like every capitalist dream; be more sustainable to take as little out off the environment as but as much in as possible"

Then I abruptly walked away. Within a few metres I was chastising myself, 'what a way to flirt with a new female on the block, what a way to insult neighbours. So once back at the caravan I grabbed an organic bottle of port and returned to make amends. However she was gone so I made my apologies to he and left the port.

A year or so on and I have cause to visit them.