There is no more blue sky. It was just a reflection anyway. The lone building that held up the umbrella of clouds became a tent pole of manmade kingdom. Now all the horizon holds is towers of concrete and steel frames.
Manmade light. Manmade structure. Manmade world. Was the world ever organic?
A web of invisible wires strings our words and energy together. Buildings of thoughts, ideas, words, movements rise to the ceiling. It used to be nature that inspired them. Now we think nature was just a placeholder. We have carbon for sale, and the manufacturer won’t take it back.
If there is any room left between buildings, it will only be for small roads. Crowded roads. There is no wandering when there is a prepared course of action. The roads are formulas. The roads are popular opinion. The roads, paved with instant gratification, only connect buildings now and where they lead is sadder yet.
The development of man seems unstoppable. Everywhere a city, everywhere an ambition. Everywhere the shadow of steel and thought lays barren a carbon landscape with never a thought to what it once gave tribute to.
Manmade world with its bejeweled decadence at night and egotistical prominence by day- it will only be for a time. Its steel frames are but straw and its lofty ideals are but dust. One day the war between manmade and the carbon creator will end, and through the crumbled ruins will appear a sunset of hope. The carbon will reclaim the land, and continue the song it never really stopped singing.
“For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities-his eternal power and divine nature-have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse.”
-A letter from Paul to the church in Rome, first chapter, twentieth verse
