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Imagine a world where the needs of sensitive ones are honored; where care need not be taken, for it is given, freely, generously. Where each child has plenty, and never knows the cold of concrete floor, steel bar, barbed wire. Never knows a moment unheld until they so choose. Imagine a world in quiet, continual revolt against every intelligence artificial especially that of empire: blossoms beyond bombshells, tools hewn by hand no longer designed to harm, food that still tastes of fire, glances that understand. Yes, these ways take more time, thus what we make is filled with more life. Our lives given to creation, not consumption of the scraps of those who would feast on our marrow. Ask why we need more gas, cobalt, lithium, limestone, and gold. More, and ever more oil. Why people are punished, Palestine, Sudan, Ayiti... for insisting on living. Why some want to turn forests into oppression theme parks of concrete, steel, barbed wire. Whose imagination are we residing in now? Ask what it would take, each of us, to unnumb, unhurry, unburden, and dream again. Become ungovernable. Move from complicity to accomplice, conspirators breathing together again with all of our kin. Perhaps it's time for dragon, bound asleep these long eons, to reclaim our treasure and return mineral and majesty to the mountain beyond mind. Awaken, dormant ones. Embolden, you cast into fear. It's time, and past time to remember our means and our ways; to make new meanings and find our ways to the village we've never known yet somehow remember; the forest clearcut before we were born, that we can still smell. Imagine a world where we've simply been caterpillars this whole time, thinking the little leaves we munch on are the whole of creation. And though disquieting, disturbing, and deeply disruptive, metamorphosis is upon us. Inexorable, inevitable, not a moment too soon. Even the smallest and most forgotten, most unable to reconcile with the world we've been crawling through, with wet wings and trembling limbs will learn again how we were made to fly.