It's dirt. Just dirt. Nothing sacred about it. Or rather, no more than any other patch of dirt... This entire planet is sacred, yet you'd be hard pressed to see it with the current state of things. In the paraphrased words of Rafael Jesus Gonzales, we fucked Eden up, then had the gall to go sully the Heavens, as if there weren't enough ruin down here already... This whole planet is sacred, but at present it's sick with this plague called us, eating it hollow, sewing our rot, and in short, fucking this bitch up. That patch of "promised land" sand and gravel is no more deserving of our stewardship than some 4x4 cut of gardenslice in the folds of a dying Detroit, or any vacant lot rotting in the wastelands of West Oakland, and more, it's certainly no valid reason to kill people. I can accept the argument that human life is more "sacred" or "sacrosanct" than life in the lower echelons of the food chain hierarchy, simply because I was born on "Team People", and my empathy for my own wins out over my empathy for other varieties of life. I can also accept the argument that human beings are a parasitic viral problem attacking this pebble, and that we need to run our course sooner than later if the Earth is ever to have a decent shot at recovery. No need to explain that further; I hold that argument to be self evident. What I won't accept, what I can't accept, is any argument that posits one people as superior, more worthy, or more deserving of life and basic rights than another, or any "rights" for that matter, nor can I accept any argument that asserts any patch of Earth you can cut out this sphere as being any holier or more sacred than another, especially when said argument is used to justify hatred, military force, murder, and genocide. That being said, I do believe this Earth remembers its past in ways we don't fully understand, and that places are as diverse as people in that they are set apart by their histories and experiences, and the memories of both they carry forward, in their fabric, their intangibles, their being. Yet in terms of worth, spiritual or otherwise, this world is ubiquitously uniform, as are we. Fuck your religion, fuck your morals, fuck your memories, and fuck your world view if any are causing you to act otherwise.
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