It may be that animals, except for humans, are so in tune with the balance of the universe that they instinctively recognize the vital importance of what has been called "liquid gold." We cannot measure the critical mass of soil, water and oil, in the entirety of the planetary sphere, and the combined influence in the gravitational pull and spin. But it is not ornamentation, this unseen interlinking of gears in the global machinery.

It stands to reason, though, that solidification of Petroleum into polymers of various sorts is a clog in the flow of the systems in the natural world. All things are broken down: mountains to boulders, boulders to gravel, gravel to sand, sand to dust. Or built up; rain drops to puddles, puddles to tributaries, tributaries to lakes or oceans; and again, broken, like tear drops. Whereas time and weather still suffice to adequately take care of the water and soil, mankind has interfered with extraction and modification of the black liquid below, drawing it up, modifying its molecular structure, and forcing it into various forms and molds; making Things that stubbornly refuse to Decompose.

And so, perhaps, animals sense instinctively that they must counter this violation of natural order, by consuming the matter; breaking it down through mastication, and digestive juices, into a more neutralized composite, that might, if only slightly more quickly be assimilated into the belly of the Earth and again trickle after millennia into that scarce natural resource that provides core smoothness and ease, that greases the wheels of whatever internally needs it: The Liquid Gold of Petrol.

It has been recognized that under high duress organisms push towards the self-destruct button. There is an innate desire for the single cell to make futile, furtive, and false efforts to multiply its forces. This is known as cancer. Similarly, more complex neuro pathophysiological advanced species, with such cellular mis-adaptation, will in such state, pursue prey of a spurious nature so as to try in vain to appease their subverting cells, now in metastatic states, by consuming increasing amounts of Poly.

Polly Wanna Cracker is in fact a primordial cry, originating from the depths of the wing-tip shoe squeaks of timeless thugs, bandits, and pirates of Life treasure (always wanting more!) and in excess of voracity will fracture and implode with explosive ramifications for the World. The repetition of this longwinded chorus, by our Avian friends is nothing more than an illusion of stretching and scaling, of this asylumatic articulation. Going crackers like in One Flew Over The Cuckoos.

In fact, turning frequency knob (hence speed and pitch), this refrain is then more aptly identified as the central nest bomb in mental break- and count-down:

Tick, Tick, Tick....

...which fine-tuned and adjusted one more time is heard clearly now as:

...sick, ...sick, ...sick...

04.30.2023

Why are we eating Plastic? challenge @batmaninwuhan

Long before man , animals knew to be cautious. They are not as foolish as we may think, and, truly, of the animals that walk around upon this world, only those poisoned by man's gentle caresses, into obedience have lost the ability to see dangers ahead.

existence is hard and full of risks, but against this, is set s strong sense of self preservation and distrust in all animals of the natural world. it is then stands to reason that when a wild animal does something particularly unwise, say, jumping into a tarpit, they do so for a reason. it is either that they expect a remarkable payoff that is worth the risk. OR that they no longer wish to continue their lives. this is not to say that misfortune, disease or predition befalls every animal at long last, but that to surmise their gullibility is a great ignorance.

and so, we come to plastics. that beautiful treasure which we produce lovingly, forming endless strands monomers into lengthy chains of replication. all supplied with a feedstock of raw petroleum, which we carefully dredge at great care and solemnity.

we are ever mindful and venerate the greare processes that brought this petroleum to be. yey, we care and cherish those ancient organisms, who subdued themselves in suboceanic depths. oh those fallen organisms, that were duly crushed in pressure and heat, and untouched by spoilage. oh how we are grateful to that ancient calamity, that provided us with such a bounty of ready compounds. of phenols, and vynils, of esters, and benzoids. we take those singular units, and refine them, distill them one from the other. what joy brims the heart as we add polymerising catalyst and needful conditions and see those lonely monomers join harmoniously with their brethern. and this thermoplastic solid, we can rapturously shape into things of great use: butter churners, and irrigation tubes. knowing both the great cost and the profound history, we are never wasteful with our polymers. which is why that they are carefully confined in locality, and never disbursed recklessly.

and yet animals seem to eat this sturdy product of our ingenuity! items that are carefully put away, are consumed with great relish, by members of all the mobile phylums.

while the theivery of animals is well known, its reasons still prove obscure.

however the resaults are not: plastics of many sort are indigestable! it is a material blessed with many qualities but nutrition is not one of them. plastic items once swallowed, may cause terrible injury with jagged edges, or remain stuck within, lodged dangerously in the length of the intestinal tract. the result is iften found; an untimly death.

which brings the question why? why would the animals, eat that which they know will be their doom?

to this i say: it is their sense of responsibility!

i don't know if you noticed, but in recent years, there has been some creeping change in the climate. a "climate change" the seasons seem more unpredictable, and the summers hotter. storms are more violent and frequent while other places are left parched dry like never before. and what is the cause of this change?

the animals!!

all those years, shreiking above the waves, the seagulls festooned the rocks.

all those years the turtles disturbed the sandbars with their incessant egg laying!

oh, and those fish polluting the waters, straining the fauna in all direction with the oderous excretia.

they all know, too well the vast part they played in this drama. and see clearly how their repugnant actions have made the world so vile.

and then many, burdened by guilt, or the prospect of the vast changes, have decided to put an end to things.

it is because of that, that they willfully take the polystyrene, as Socrates took the hemlock, and end their misery.

In the realm of nature's mystery,

A question arises, begging to be set free.

Why, oh why, do creatures wild and free,

Consume the plastics that plague the sea?

Polyvinyl, polyethylene, and their polymer kin,

Entice the senses of creatures with a din.

A dazzling array of colors and shine,

Their allure beckons, a deceptive sign.

In murky depths and on distant shores,

Lies the remnants of our plastic stores.

Discarded and forgotten, it takes its toll,

As animals pay the price for our plastic soul.

But why, you may ask, do they partake,

In this synthetic feast, a grave mistake?

For in their quest for sustenance and prey,

The lines blur, and plastic leads them astray.

To a hungry predator, swift and sly,

A floating bag resembles a meal passing by.

Mistaken identity, a tragic misstep,

As the plastic persists, lodged in their depth.

In shimmering waves and gentle tides,

Animals navigate, where their destiny resides.

Mistakenly, they dine on our plastic waste,

Unwittingly embracing a toxic embrace.

For in their world, where instincts guide,

They cannot discern the dangers that hide.

In the cycle of life, a cruel twist,

Plastics invade, an unwelcome tryst.

So let us ponder, reflect, and amend,

Our actions, to this crisis we must attend.

For the animals suffer, their lives at stake,

Their choices limited, their ecosystems quake.

In the tapestry of life, all beings entwined,

Each action, each choice, bears the weight of its kind.

Let us seek harmony, let our compassion be,

A guiding light, to set animals free.

In this grand puzzle, the answer lies,

A call to action, to open our eyes.

To protect the creatures, their habitats, too,

For a world without plastics, we must pursue.