A painted Turtle
In my walk, I saw dead turtle flattened by vehicles on the road next to tree. Sad as it felt, and remembering those I have lost, seeing the inanimate once majestically animated.
A question came up – what fundamentally differentiates a living and non-living as I walked by the paper thin turtle remains.
Living resists to protect life. Living is a resistance.
A chicken resists the captor.
A wild horse resists the harness
A dog resists the leash
And I’m certain a living tree resists the axe. But a tree is a stoic gentle giant. It can only watch the axe in final despair. It always hurts somewhere to see a healthy tree fall to our kind.
All living resist. Is Life a resistance ?
All praise to the Unknown. A painted Turtle.
C O N S T E L L A T I O N K 