What interests me is the difference between garbage and not garbage. Is it the barrier of a petroleum based plastic bag soon twisted and twist tied, never to be considered again.

Someone considers it.

Just because it is progress doesn't mean it is advancement. That happens a lot with a species so focused on evolving. A verb. Evolving is a verb.

And just because we made up a word like garbage doesn't mean we have to keep using it even when it obviously doesn't work. It doesn't do what words are supposed to do and facilitate communication through clarity of intention. So definite, such a science - such a fallible science.

Let's throw away the word garbage and just call it a chipped tea mug, a somewhat thin front tire, cigarette butts and junk mail. And instead of calling it "a dump", let's call it Earth. That crazy thing we live on that snickers at the idea of state lines and property fences and mortgages and door locks and shoes. Oh, how they keep those feet from ... the...

Earth. It is Earth and those are plastic grocery bags. I am burring plastic grocery bags full of empty lighters, zip lock baggies and coffee cups in the Earth.

You don't have to look, but that is what is happening. You don't have to care, but the Earth does and whether I like it or not, since I am gravitationally drawn to her, I have a direct relationship with her and I know that this stuffing of objects down her throat is wrong. I asked her. I said, "what can I put in you?" She said 'nothing. oh, please do not put anything in me. except maybe organic food scraps. oh, please nothing else AT ALL."

I hear her voice when I throw something into the petroleum based plastic container inside the plastic bag.

But I am evolving. I can hear this relationship easier and easier and earlier and earlier. I now hear her voice as I pick up the item off the shelf. I hear her voice in my habits. I listen to her voice and pay attention and she sings to me softly right through the soles of my feet.

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