maybe we ought question about our insatiable appetite. for oil and gas.
maybe it time the people come up with recommendations we can all live with. . .
it about living in honour and respect of ourchids ( a combo of orchids and our kids, for a show both their fragility and reSILLYance. ) They are not ours, we are theirs, Stewards of the world we leave in our wake . .
they are as the new buds on the limbs of trees, after a coldspell, disconnect the leaves from source. To soon as weather warms by noon, sapwood flows with nowhere to go, gives life, to new growth. tree buds with form for every leaf. . ah, it varies with each plant, be it creepy crawlyes, clinging vines, shrubs, bushed or the timber in our voice which rose from round all those who rose to stem, stalk & crown a stem of thorns lest goWingNuts, whirlybirds and flutterbyes, . . spiining, from dizzying heights of all those who've come arm earth with a heaven'y shady deal . . like look at nature. The whole universe works, with the greatest of ease.
Why is, that we, the supposedly most intelligent species living on face of earth, or so man, likes think, of his self.
the more laws they make, the greater the loophole
all laws speak of trying to contain an already is, instead of, as nature does, working it into the fabric of life, with the greatest of ease. like I have always felt mums, musicians and comedians run this world. . Wow, it Happening in Iceland, Jon Gnarr, Mayor of its capital. ! ! ! got to love it.

I asked that question of some 70 plus dolled up folks at the Halloween Party. Every Hero and fantasy figure was there including ForRest Gump and Tammy Faye Baker. .
ForRest too simple minded to do any other than run on a do as comes to mind. Running on Pure Gut Instinct.(much as every mother does, at least at first) Running out of all that has cloak our lives like the sticky foul smelling, killing mess spouting off in the Gulf. Earth, springing a leak. Giving us a taste of this is what you are doing in slow motion folks, poisoning the face of earth with the trail of your exhaust . . it has happened so slowly over the years, no one seems to notice the degradation to the general health of the population.
this said, it time to bring the light years down to earth, rather than their being measure of time. So until we take the work out of living as all the universe does, beginning with packing the most in the least, life, in a breath of air.
health, fleeting as a flower's scent
life, fragile as a breath of air.
http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2007/04/070418163652.htm
http://www.thestar.com/news/insight/article/834357--political-humour