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Responsibility of the Human

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Responsibility of the Human

TL;DR A prose reflection on humanity's sacred duty as guardians and caretakers of all life on Earth. Lives around us are born and die. We live to see the life and death of the plants, animals, and people that surround us. Every year an entire world of plants, insects, and animals die around us leaving a barren icy world reborn new just as quickly as it died. Our beloved pets, our loved Grandparents, uncles, cousins, friends, and even parents are taken from us.


TL;DR

A prose reflection on humanity's sacred duty as guardians and caretakers of all life on Earth.

Jeffrey Phillips Freeman
Lives around us are born and die. We live to see the life and death of the plants, animals, and people that surround us. Every year an entire world of plants, insects, and animals die around us leaving a barren icy world reborn new just as quickly as it died. Our beloved pets, our loved Grandparents, uncles, cousins, friends, and even parents are taken from us. All the while we gain life long friends, and new fragile babies are born to our families and friends. As death overtakes you, and everyone you came to this world with, you see the beauty and light in these small innocent lives ready to reseed the world to be reborn new again. For those of us lucky enough to live to an old age, we have experienced not only our own lives but have witnessed and shaped entire lives around us. We have the wisdom of all the lives around us; if we use our life to see, and learn and grow, the powerful wisdom and responsibility that is gained is astounding.
Jeffrey Phillips Freeman
Poet

The sacred duty

Mother earth has given birth to us, has let us evolve and grow to have the ability to step out on our own, and make our own decisions, and like any good mother she left us with the keys to the house, and trusts us not to trash the place.

Jeffrey Phillips Freeman
We are creatures with great power, knowledge and wisdom. It is a grave responsibility we have as humans; we are responsible to the earth that feeds us, gave birth to us, it is our medicine, it is our family, our mother, our life support, our responsibility. Mother earth has given birth to us, has let us evolve and grow to have the ability to step out on our own, and make our own decisions, and like any good mother she left us with the keys to the house, and trusts us not to trash the place. For the first time in all of known history a species has evolved to have the power, both to destroy and create, that we have been given. This responsibility is not to be taken lightly. We are the guardians and caretakers of all life on earth now. The world outside your door, to the left, and to the right, that is your world, your sacred grove of life that you are to tend and nurture. It doesn't matter if you are in the city or on the top of a mountain, your neighbor, the woods across the street, the little kids that play outside, your best friend across town, your children, they are all yours to care for, to make sure you don't harm them, and protect and help them.
Jeffrey Phillips Freeman
Poet

check_circleKey takeaways

  • Humanity holds the unique power to both destroy and create
  • Earth is our mother, medicine, and life support—worthy of reverence
  • Our sacred grove extends from the city street to the mountain peak

Jeffrey Phillips Freeman
Jeffrey Phillips Freeman

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