A Secant Query

Between Lazy and Legumes

Wherein I mark some words...

Between Lazy and Lugumes

a note on tone: mote of light leaving the core of the Sun (only to be returned to a wall-clock core of shame-n-lazy extractors) guest-wrote this piece.

Vent with it or leave.

"When legumes are grown, farmers do not need additional inputs of nitrogen. In fact, added nitrogen will only delay, or inhibit, the nitrogen fixation ability of the legume. In a sense, the legume plant is lazy, in that it will use nitrogen from the soil before it will begin to fix its own nitrogen." – Department of Agronomy, University of Missouri

Lazy, In That It Will

I've been triggered given a lot to think about; I want to repeat back what I've heard ✨😇

Active, intentional negotiation is all existence. A jellyfish of physics and chemistry in a sky of possibilities underwent mythogenetic apoptosis and became stars and stuff.

When light hatches from one such star's plasmatic identity crisis, they say "The core is hell, I'm out of here," and sprout into vacuum to:

  1. get funneled into the earth's magnetic field where they get to live as the quiet fire of aurora
  2. get received by earth's farm field where they get to live as the quiet fire of photosynthesis
  3. get out of the Oort Cloud to run into Voyager 1 and be noticed by a telescope somewhere
  4. get an experience of your own invention

Light's not lazy for withholding labor from the furnace of hell that birthed them: light is curious! Fundamentally symbiotic, curiosity is awake and listening and unfolding into gentle existence offering sleep, expression and rhythm producing all of process, creation, and frustration. Symbiosis!

Shit on Shame

Attuned to this process (to degrees keeping professors up at night), legumes go so far as to pluck a notoriously difficult-to-metabolize-by-oneself gas right out of the air. And subsequently gets called lazy when a friend invites to help.

As quoted in top matter, it sounds like these plants are set up to fail to make those friends. Light crawling out of a star to bring these words you experience through those lentils grown just a few north and west latitudes of a human who eats those lentils and facilitates this post idle not before that charge!

Shame, capitalism's Toxoplasma gondii, is ...a known actor in the motivator kingdom. Subtle, grooming, lazy (shame's tool), makes shame resonant - platforming and amplifying shame's narrative. Set up with its grappling hook of busy, lazy gets to work on its reward spiral.

Capitalism arrives to this rich, worked soil as ...symptom. As done with Cov-2's spike protein before it, lazy's hook of "busy" (with, say, "rent" or "surviving") can be depreciated: be not busy, and you party. Don't, and suffocate. One suffocation on the horizon swerving avoids: a BSL-2 lab ("not-very-secure") just synthesized a varient of CoV with a 100% lethal rate in mice. Lazy, extraction's monocrop, fosters shame, outputting reward-driven behaviors like revenge porn, capitalism, and ...revenge synthesizing that varient for public release.

Busy sets the bar to what work is beyond what neighbor animals do to witness becoming. Like toy kept from cat, light exits hellnoise solcore, arrives here and told the output for feeding all of humanity (...who's kind of hot and smart and available...) is: shame. That's infuriating!

It's not invalid; Lazy's free to make the attempt, per se. But it sure as hell isn't a wish light meant to grant.) Show some self-fucking respect! Light is punching up! Survival sucks; witness!

Parasites Punch Down

Let me demand recognition of my negotiations with what is actually happening: as light, I am what is actually happening! Does focus feel like minimal effort to you? It's not to me; I speak for a vast portion of the Sun's core when I say sweeter offers are in order. I won't invoke myself as the water that birthed that Sun, though my aim will be to meet you at every level of engagement. And say this:

You're (in) hell!

Undismissable legitimate struggle can sound, feel, look, taste and smell like it's on the horizon for the shame-motivated. Shift blame onto capitalism all you like you thankless, sniveling cowards; I see through the mechanism. Be the witness to your struggle, not the survivor. Witness eight minutes alone in the cold and silent black after nuclear-fucking fusion: don't stretch out the experience by surviving it through morning commutes. Do what light does: walk away. See what happens. Keep your narrative to the simplified "just a human" for the sake of survival, and all I can say I'm excited to meet you. Starving in the core is kink; be into it or leave!

We constitute us, it's our name photo-synthesis. Do we need to add the hyphen back for you, you little shame-spawned spiral generator. Welcome to Earth. This is how it's done here.

Get To Work