Symbols of power, elevated pathways created for the insolent yet that which preceded the quasisapient seeks to and will eventually dominate. Those passing beneath have little notion of what awaits above. Squidman, be aware of the paths and how they arrived, consider where they will go. What will happen?
The cool and dark belies the August heat, here seen warming the transport to another level. Best to lay low, away from the forbidden zones. This works well as long as the inattentive do not stray from the prescribed pathways.
Former pathways to glory fade, are forgotten, and if by chance remind the morally superior of the thin veneer, are forbidden. If they were serious, the bulldozers would have arrived. Maybe it’s time to explore.
Right down the line the Homo likes it, box up the reality and take a side. OK to see it but the volleys from the other side get lobbed back and ground defended. Ideas that don’t fit in the box are rejected although the lines are ultimately arbitrary. Winners and losers is the dichotomoty; lo! the rare bench interjecting a continuum. Now here is the opportunity for sapience in action.
The visual escape route, out the window and across the barren wet plain, over the wall, and into the Birkenwald. Windows do not open, the wet plain is not to be trod and the other side of the wall is a lethal drop. Why is there no antijump fence?
Knee high by the 4th of July, it’s now later in the season. This corn is aimed directly at Homo, and will fuel cognition in the coming days and weeks. The ground will rest. For a year. Will the energetic value of this source be well-utilized, or merely applied to observing the last talented survivor climb the monkey bars?
Fenced off, the feeding grounds are neglected, the man with the mower has not arrived. And then?