My seed bottle is gone.
Mine.
I've looked everywhere and deduce that it was lost in a very minor landslide.
Perhaps it's not even lost.
I realise that there are probably thousands more in the wood and that grieving for seeds is a fruitless task.
As is claiming ownership of them.
But I'm an animal optimised for attachment and empathy.
Trying to let go of my optimisation
Like a seed letting go of its inclination to grow up and put roots
Down.
Mine.
I've looked everywhere and deduce that it was lost in a very minor landslide.
Perhaps it's not even lost.
I realise that there are probably thousands more in the wood and that grieving for seeds is a fruitless task.
As is claiming ownership of them.
But I'm an animal optimised for attachment and empathy.
Trying to let go of my optimisation
Like a seed letting go of its inclination to grow up and put roots
Down.
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