Ice Cream Aloha

The Beckoning

     Gene frequency takes the political spotlight. Here it rises in the populations of the world as central issue, cyclic, as it had on both XContinent and ZContinent in the earlier 21st Century. Changes in gene frequencies across generations is blamed for the rise of the politicos. It's the fault of the genes, their selection of the so-called worthy. Natural selection and kin selection harmonize as the two main forces of the natural world; no one sensed the preordained demise of domestic violence, after its rampant rise, by being genetically selected out; how surprised theHumans were by the emergence of death by domestication, their world made even more domestic by the public urges of the politicos. Even Nature--with all her current genetically engineered DNA, artificial add-ons, does her part to try to continue to find a way to express her best insights, as if she had to announce to the world,"More regulation, please.  

     Humans continue to be consumed by trivia.  The human online repeller notion(T.H.O.R.N.) now has almost complete control of rational decisions (another aspect of genetically altered genes), and merely existing in their present state--the product of pure analytics--and in a sorry and pathetic environmental state, they rely fully on the human empire online yolk(T.H.E.O.R.Y.) to sustain any feeble attempts at survival.  

     Nature gives theHumans an elixir."Take this jungle," it seems to say. Primal jungles are, and always have been, her empire, with their artful architecture and fountain pools; that survivor's look; her genes so strongly protected under green, chitin-like cell walls. She was, from the beginning, delineated as the chosen one, the protector, sustainer of life. Those genes, endless in variety, poems secretly expressing through the ages, a song of an earlier time, a soft lamentation, lost in a twilight remembrance of planet earth(T.R.O.P.E.), sent on pilgrim's journey (as refugees from the Golden Age?); political regulation and social economics has destroyed the later 21st Century, something all those mutations throughout the millennia could never do. 

     The primal rainforest, yet, still stands in the way it always has, organized in its restrained form--rows of formal stanzas, refrains of essential songs. Here is the true remote data, DNA in safe haven preserved to reverse social convention. Here is the antidote to the Human political animals. Nature had hoped theHumans would become more than that, more than life's obstacles strewn with social concern, strewn with the beckoning of death. Nature could only hope.