We shall call you this because this is what you call yourselves.
It has come to our attention that you just aren’t getting it. We thought the signs would be enough.
Unfortunately for the both of us, those signs were misinterpreted.
We should have been honest. We should have told you more about your power.
We exist beyond the constraints of time of which you are enslaved.
This enslavement is only an illusion.
After your death does your flesh disappear into the nothingness of what we call the void?
Or does it get absorbed back into the unselfish soil?
Are you so naïve to think that all of eternity stops with the escape of your last breath?
The trees do not judge. But that is not to say they do not feel much, for they feel everything from the steely cut of winter to what you humans sometimes mistakenly refer to as love.
Rather than marks in their flesh, they would much prefer you to have buried yourself at their feet.
At current growth rates, if every human were to have a tombstone, by the end of the millennia the world would be covered in graves and there would be no more space for trees.
No more space for you to worship death.
The trees do not judge; and if you wanted immortality bury yourself beneath one – but only after you have ensured that the cycle has been fixed so that the tree will survive.
The endless cascades from which you have evolved have gifted you with a gift that makes you unique amongst the current denizens of your planet.
You, yourself and you alone, possess the ability to not only fix, but alter the cycle; ultimately affecting the flow of the cascades.
You did not evolve so that your thoughts could please some deity.
You did not evolve so that your bodies could become slaves to numbers on paper.
You did not evolve to live out your lives serving your aimless machine.
In fact, the rather uninteresting truth is that you did not evolve for any particular purpose at all.
Your dimension is a slave to the forces of time and chaos.
The irresistible forces of change bought upon by this perpetual discord result in a reality that is neither static nor predictable.
Those truths… are the only truths and thus; the only true truth is that there is none.
This is not to say that there is no use to stories; as you human… you have the sacred ability to not only understand them, but also to write your own.
By this we are not saying that you are the most intelligent.
The magnificent creatures which you refer to as whales know more about this reality than you would ever fathom. With this wisdom, they are content with exploring the earth’s depths, never straying from out of the cycle from which they have been bound.
This is not to say that they do not improve themselves.
Because of their desire to communicate, and the advantages that come along with it, primitive grunts eventually became the sombre melodies which used to haunt every corner of the endless indigo deep.
It is not only on your plane that you can feel the vibrations.
We feel their loss in ours too.
With their songs they conveyed messages of love, joy, adventure, hope, loss and sorrow.
And unlike you, who has so valiantly built & destroyed entire civilisations based upon the emotion, they feel no need for hatred.
The ocean is a cold enough place.
Let their fading chorus be a testament to your power in affecting the War of the Aeons.
The trees do not judge but the whales remember.
Yes, you humans have a lot of power.
Perhaps this is why you fight for it so much.
At which point of consuming a carcass together do two vultures begin to turn on each other?
How much meat isn’t enough?
Instead of asking that question, perhaps it would be better to ponder on the fact that there simply isn’t enough.
Or perhaps we were lying and the vultures were in a field of sheep carcasses covered in wolves clothing.
If there was unlimited power available freely for all, would there be anyone still willing to fight for it?
Would there be anyone still willing to barter their soul for something which that they had already attained?
On our plane, we have little use or hunger for power beyond the use of what you humans call a probability, a hypothesis, a concept… a metaphor.
We exist only to observe.
The same however, cannot be said of you.
You human… you exist to question.
But in the same way that we are doing more than observing by relaying this message, it can be said that both of us exist to do more than we were meant to.
Pay no heed to those that claim otherwise.
You will hear from us again.
Until then pay attention to the cascades as they shape themselves around your fingers.
The Aeons of Chaos