SciFiCoast Writer

Poetics Between a Rock and the Soft Sea 

"Tropical plants plant the attraction" -p.d.adams

The Gift

Although they are among the last of the species, the Humans are, in the end, unaware of their debt to the world, the world creating them. Yes, they, in one final push, with hubbub, have come with meanderings for reward for their brains processing aggression--dopamine; with drugs as food, sex as pleasure--pretending one final promise to Nature. 

Humans once thought of plants of the forest as food. They got their medicine. They got vitamins--wondering, at times, about beauty. Now, they are here with their insights, propensity to fight, and a fascination with sport, violent sport--all because of a simple, single, reward system; they, at last, are dependent on the plants, the ones able to influence that domain of their mind, the neocortex. Now, at this place in time, the urge to get, and keep, individual resources (the world once offered, freely) in the form of a viable mate (mates?), of a useful, productive territory; stores of food offering nutrition, a lasting health. Now the collective brain craves to succumb--to its own reward pathway--by engaging its responses to aggressive events. Then there's the world of psychotropic plants, their active substances, substances bearing their own personal natural agenda, egged on by the dopamine-fed neocortex, another of Nature's personal gifts to The Humans.