Trees stand outside, soaking up the sun, giving zero fox. Giant squid plumb the ocean’s depths, in search of ‘parm and treasure, oblivious to angry humans shouting loudly. Birds chirp, their sharp eyes spying worms and crawling critters, their beaks and talons always working; the birds don’t care which factions calls which other faction terrorist, or how many groups claim the right to pieces of ground on patches of earth.
The birds and the wind and the trees and the squids do not care about anything. We humans call ourselves smart, worthy, and civilized, but we’re none of these things, and have no right to call ourselves these things, even though we kill each other to prove otherwise.
The wind don’t care about that, either.
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