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Harvesting Mars
Nov. 16th, 2023 07:31 pmHarvesting Mars
I found myself back on the forest trail. I was making my way west towards the early evening sun. The tree tops above me glistened with an orange illumination. Much of the forest had grown quiet at my approach, save a few interested observers. Though my pace was relaxed, I was fuming with righteous indignation. My heart was beating like a war drum and the forest stood at attention. My intent was clear: the collection of material suitable to lay a terrible curse upon an enemy.
Despite my discontent, I kept my wits about me and settled my mind on the task. I closed my eyes and stretched out my palms towards the Earth and focused on the sensation of heat. I moved my hands as if reading invisible pages of braille. I was looking for a particular sensation; something that stung or burned enough to bring a tear to my eye. I stopped when I felt something like hot wax pour over my hand. I began walking in the direction of this sensation.
My hands led me to a small circle of pine trees where a thick pile of dried pine needles were singing a tune I was interested to hear. I picked up a handful of the dried pine needles and asked them if they could help me. They were eager to participate and quickly conveyed to me an energy I can only describe as punitive. No sooner had I stowed the pine needles into my pack when a sudden insight pulled me towards the river deeper into the forest.
Upon arriving at the river's edge, I found some discarded makeshift fishing tackle. Next to the water lay a couple plastic lures, string, and a bamboo pole. I saw no anglers and so assumed the items had been abandoned. I picked up the bamboo pole, which was no more than 1/2 inch thick, and was immediately struck by a common idiom. "Spare the rod, spoil the child." I took this to mean that the bamboo pole was also interested in lending its assistance.
Satisfied with these martial ingredients, I set back to the trail and on towards home. It was time to put these items to use.
Ianvs
I found myself back on the forest trail. I was making my way west towards the early evening sun. The tree tops above me glistened with an orange illumination. Much of the forest had grown quiet at my approach, save a few interested observers. Though my pace was relaxed, I was fuming with righteous indignation. My heart was beating like a war drum and the forest stood at attention. My intent was clear: the collection of material suitable to lay a terrible curse upon an enemy.
Despite my discontent, I kept my wits about me and settled my mind on the task. I closed my eyes and stretched out my palms towards the Earth and focused on the sensation of heat. I moved my hands as if reading invisible pages of braille. I was looking for a particular sensation; something that stung or burned enough to bring a tear to my eye. I stopped when I felt something like hot wax pour over my hand. I began walking in the direction of this sensation.
My hands led me to a small circle of pine trees where a thick pile of dried pine needles were singing a tune I was interested to hear. I picked up a handful of the dried pine needles and asked them if they could help me. They were eager to participate and quickly conveyed to me an energy I can only describe as punitive. No sooner had I stowed the pine needles into my pack when a sudden insight pulled me towards the river deeper into the forest.
Upon arriving at the river's edge, I found some discarded makeshift fishing tackle. Next to the water lay a couple plastic lures, string, and a bamboo pole. I saw no anglers and so assumed the items had been abandoned. I picked up the bamboo pole, which was no more than 1/2 inch thick, and was immediately struck by a common idiom. "Spare the rod, spoil the child." I took this to mean that the bamboo pole was also interested in lending its assistance.
Satisfied with these martial ingredients, I set back to the trail and on towards home. It was time to put these items to use.
Ianvs