Something a crow squawked at me…

Every will that flies after complexity, technology, or anything roosting in duality becomes increasingly arrogant that it’s found ‘god’. When it’s certain it’s on the right branch, it takes eons to come back… if ever.

In this tree, they only find a dualistic god, and that’s where many of the two legged ones have built their tree house. A clothed one with no interest in the root essence of how they perceive is an arrogant creature, ignore-ant of the germination of all information, thought and belief.

In pursuit of becoming non-sentient, they fall onto the ground and are absorbed into the nothingness they came from.

Whatever their choice, the animals continue to play.