Sal bought a type of Basil which was different than the ones you normally get in a food store. The leafs where more hardy than traditionally - and the typical scent - was even more intense than i remembered.

Sal knew exactly how you do in order to preserve the seeds. Which by the way are super tiny black little dots. And this year - well they grow like the most natural in the world, at our window

Fascinating

The fascinating aspect of something so normal like growing seeds into plants - is that when you think about it... how fascinating it really is. From such a tiny black dot, emerges a plant in which each cell knows its place along the road of adulthood. I mean, that is so fascinating ! The intelligence behind everything that grows, in the trillion shapes it does... "just like that".

To me, this is even more now, a miracle. Or perhaps a kind of deeper love of all that which goes beyond the understanding of my mind and intellect. Nevertheless, I feel humble to acknowledge even what I don't know to understand in detail.

After all - there is actually LIFE growing. Effortlessly "just like that". I mean how do you even "construct" something like that, which then becomes it own perfect creation ?

Trite, but not really

I wasn't sure if the seeds would take off. After all, you never know from plants you buy in the store... if they actually would grow again next year (for those who make the effort to collect last years seeds, and then setting them into the ground next spring).

I take good care of them, spraying them with water when the top soil starts to dry out. It is really fun - because you get kind of entangled. Like a parents helping seedlings to grow.

It all might look and sound trite... yet, I feel that the small things contain great insights. In all their humility and simplicity, they point towards something that is far greater than the trivial constellations and conflicts of or in daily life.

Yet still, it isn't a big thing. And likely isn't meant to be made into a "big thing". Sometimes the quiet acknowledgment of that what appears to happen effortlessly... is the great in the small.

A moment for your self.

Fleeting moment

Maybe the thought connects you briefly to greater aspects of oneself and the world as such. Like a silent reminder, of that we are still sleeping beings, unaware of our place in the big picture - and the powers behind it.

We seem to be taught to be part mechanical, part simple beings while pampered with a big Ego - due to constant propaganda and reminders of that we should focus on other things. Unnecessary things. Self-indulging things. Things that don't matter. Not really.

So that we don't wake up to a higher truths about yourselves and the world and surroundings we live in. And perhaps the dangerous aspect of, that those who "rule" over us, are the gatekeepers (together with endless institutions, propaganda outlets, and personas (read: "Masked" people of "importance") telling us, "inspiring us" ... kind of like "Don't look up". Do this instead; Focus on so much other shit and waste... wrapped in packages of importance, and "what to do" instructions. What to feel. Think. And do.

Which more often than not, seem to mean; Focus on everything that does not matter, wrapped into slogans of "importance". No wonder people's minds get screwed up. The higher gatekeepers are keen on that we are kept divided and apart. Our enlarged ego often aids in such matters greatly, almost "by itself".

Sleep walkers

I get more often worried when i looking around. What i mean is, that I really don't know what to do with the feelings that rise in me, when i look around and take in the scenes day after day, hours after hours:

People at the subway, especially while walking along the platforms, as well to and from the stations - are deeply buried with their eyes into their devices. Their necks are bend down. Like sleepwalking slaves. Their ego will (most likely) tell them, they are "awake" and alert.

They are not.

Because, that is not what I am seeing. I see people - the majority nowadays - who are so wrapped into that fake world of mobile phone contents, that they essentially have given up on life. There are no meetings. No contact. No nothing. There is now left or right of awareness.

There is mainly just blindness to their imminent world that surrounds them.

My worry

is likely due to that i look at all this, with two different eyes. Those from a teenager/young man, and those from an adult. Frankly - I don't know what to think or feel - or what to do with that... What does it really mean ? What are the consequences (assuming that a behavior which repeats daily for years and decades - will rewire the brain and its contents. I mean, don't we loose essential things in our current being in life ?

What does it do with us, in truth ?

Could it be, that it changes us in ways, we don't even realize how it changes us ? Do we loose our empathy along the road ? That it becomes much more a "thing", which we only enable for a few - but give a rats ass about other human beings ?

For a teenager in me, it is frightening. Perhaps i react like that, because the child and teenager in me, never understood when people are "numb", and don't any longer react to what surrounds them. When empathy and observation as well care and humility are exchanged into nothingness. A sort of "blank expression" in people's faces.

So, the first question for myself is - what does all this tell me about myself ? Am i afraid of rejection ? Or afraid of acting ? Afraid of living among people who don't react any longer ? (and where is real beauty in all of that ?! The beauty of the little things, and the little moments in a fleeting contact between two individuals?) Things i appreciate. The spontaneity of being creative humans.

I think, i see in the current changes of society; 1) personal aspects which have to do with me and the way i experienced the world in my personal life.

However - then there are indeed large parts which have nothing to do with me but - 2) mirror large changes in society. Changes which raise serious questions;

Where are we going in our humanity ?