Coastal System Science Fiction

The Unique Zone

As it views the ocean and emits its swampy hues, the rainforest languishing in time feels something; a celebration bath of its own pleasure, cool springs flow forth as healers with refreshment, pure water acting as an original gift holding interwoven genes, fashioning, symbolic meanings showing their face only to disappear amidst the jungle's timeless endeavor. The forest collects itself as a gem, a pendant, on the vastness of the artifact that was once pure earth, though in its first minute of feeling bodies caressed against it for a time, cradled in her waters, never knowing they would be part of unrecorded history. In the running of pure water, the rainforest holds the belief it is waiting for someone, or something (like artificial intelligence?), something beyond the intelligence of the ribosomes and lysosomes in her own cellular mechanisms, something that should have arrived by this time, in the 21st Century. 

Yes, the world is being fashioned and designed by some singular sword, preparing for something beyond the feelings of the cringe dark forests evoke. It experiences the need to touch or taste, not products of man's most technological advances, but the truth of its own fantasy, inspired by new heights that thrill in traditions that still link to the past the business of beauty, even to the untrained eye, playful, yet romantic; something that resembles both humor and delirium, as if an ambitious designer throwing darts and barbs at itself and others. 

This rain forest's rain waters are not superior to the waters found in the currents of the vast ocean below, though itself fulfilling primal thirsts, worshipping no waters, yet, goddess-like; springing no rivers with  sacred names, no worshippers of headwaters, being mythological yet creative, traditional but innovative, offering no free rebirth, thinking of itself as a continual recently reintroduced amenity stretching full length to the cliff tops, as if in sheer physical pleasure--sunset to sunset--emblazoned in the unique zone. Yes, it feels something.