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Have you ever found your entire being resting in the palms of nature. A giant hand picking you up completely engulfing you in its embrace with grace your reoriented and indifferently dropped back in to the world as is. Nature is peculiar in that the idea encompasses many maps and modes of being from forest with trees that stab the sky with vengeance, to the polite gardens of neighbors, and bushels alongside parks; albeit here is an argument to be made that house plants in particular aren’t all that natural. It feels problematic to agree with such a sentiment and it isn’t a thread i’m too keen on pulling on but i surely wouldn’t disagree that such a phenomenon pulls from two extremes. What would typically be experienced on the other side of safety’s door is contained restricted and limited to a dresser windowsill or what you They’re hardly intrusive seemingly waiting to be attended to, holding its ground, until its nature captures your attention. I yield in that we’re talking about house plants. They may depend on you, for this prison is hardly nourishing your will aside, they really could not care less. At least as far as its understood it’s not that they wont more so they simply just can’t. There isn’t a secret agenda. Plants have no qualms in there being. Which often prompts people to sputter platitudes a kin to you get what you put in. Which sure sounds fair but even a lack of input is an input of sorts. Some plants had my attention captive in that these entities and i would conversate in a dance of pushing and pulling. With a few plants i decided to change my responses, i simply became indifferent. I was no longer invested. This perky active entity slowly diminished descending in its potential outlooks. With each wilted leaf or stem it withdrew in presence territory and general being. Death came and went. It occurred to me that i didn’t really care about the plant; albeit it piqued my curiosity. It was really me who was captured. whilst the plant could only flourish in these conditions with my help. It was really me who was captive. The slow death at the hand of my inactivity was as enthralling as the growth but only after was i let go returning to life as is. It sure is interesting that things are positioned the way they are for it makes me wonder how much longer if ever till the hand of indifference is knocking on humanities door. Hopefully you weren't expecting answers from me a single node.