The Human Heart is a Dark Forest

The forest is a vivarium in which life expresses itself without restraint. Streams of water run through and across the plains to feed the trees and plant life that in turn feeds the insects and animals that are food for larger predators. No participant within the terrarium shares a feeling outside of hunger and boredom. Life does not claim to be more than what the forest contains. The trees grow deep within the soil to stand firm, but they do not cry if they fall or burn. Neither do the birds who called the tree home. They move on to another tree as the old one decays. They are birds and do not care about such things. The dung beetle rolls a ball of shit without deference to the boa swallowing a boar. No creature thinks themselves superior to the final curtain.

And then there are humans.

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