My Thing Is

My thing is, Yang dear, EarthMother is much RNA-green older than mammalian red-DNA Yang. Yes, seniority breeds long-term nutritious merit, I remember this history lesson from your creation by fairy tale, how WinWin Paradise YinYin wonder invited Yang's Patriarchal CoPresence. Well said, dearest, which is exactly why EarthMother needed you to WinWin honey grow but not WinLose weedish overgrow my deeper richer polycultural and polypathic understory of grace as karma as PositivEnergy Democracy, Yin's natural spirit of cooperatively dynamic kindness; not demanding Either-Or compliant LeftBrain reductive thinking, but also inviting Both-And Left with inductive Right ego-ecollateral blinking and seizing and tsunamic revolutionary surprise. Perhaps an example would help my deductive with inductive mindscape, dear Positive YinYin. There once was an African-American ecofeminist history writer who had not yet WinWin evolutionary Here with Now quite happened for her WinWin healthiest Wise Elders, black and brown and white women and childhood self-empowerers, named, by her single-mother WiseElder maid, Octavia Butler. You refer to the dystopic author of the unfinished depression-birthing trilogy, Parable of the Talents, copyright 1998? Yes, Yang my honeyspot, I can always rely on you for impressive and depressive historic metric details, other than your appositional distate for Zeroism, as suspiciously co-operativist Both-And ZeroZoned out, vacillating Either-Or silent and, thus, bilaterally ambiguous-- secular, yes, thanks to Gaian Group Hypothesis, but perhaps also too mysteriously BiCameral sacred. Doesn't her Parable appear to predict the consequences of electing a fascist Win-Lose colonizer and AmericaFirst patriarchal fake-evangelist? Suspiciously familiar in political and further economic empowerment of BusinessAsUsual while Earth burns and floods Donald John. You said that last part outloud, dearest. But, yes, the very same. What you did not say out loud is Octavia's EarthSeed poetry, such as: "Beware: At war Or at peace, More people die Of unenlightened self-interest Than of any other disease." (p. 89) Yes, she believed God is Changing Karma and Grace, as I recall. Change to and by and for health-enlightened self-with-other cooperating interests, co-investments as well-governed WinWin restorative justice Silent Revolutions through courageous Elder YinWin Change. Oh, well excuse me for Yang dominant retributive patriarchal history missing silent springs of restorative revolution understories. Oh you didn't miss them, dear. We, WinWin together, incarnate Octavia's post-millennial conclusion of CoOperative Talent Trinities: EarthSeeds first, EarthTribe Childhoods second, AnimaMundi HolySoul making and unmaking uniting third. You mean our Yang seed with Yin wombed Both-And silent sensual revolutions of WinWin over Yang WhiteElitePatriarchs v. Yin OtherMatriarchs? Yes, dear, Octavia speaks pre-millennial evolutionary historic YinPower, inviting Yang-Yin WinWin post-millennial cooperation. So, what does she invite us to do now? What will heal lost loving WinWin Change. I have some Yang Either FixIt or Time Will Heal ideas about that. Precisely what I am confluently feeling. Spring is in her silent cooperative Talent, shall we give another DNA with RNA WinWin healthy go? Do you PositivEnergy think If more US voting residents had become part of Octavia's unfinished Silent Revolutionary Health trilogy, instead of reading Russian fascist propoganda about fake white supremacist history, Bernie Sanders would be our President for CoOperative Changing Talent today? Maybe more of a brown-skinned Bernie Sanders, like Van Jones with Mrs. Jones and all the little Joneses or some other self-identified ecofeminist man or woman or extended family of ambiguous Green Solidarity Color. Well, at least not the bald Naked Emperor devising fake loyalty tests to incorporated Him rather than our cooperatively incorporating Constitution for democratic well-being and health care giving and receiving, and climates of mutually co-invested happiness. "Earth[First]seed is adulthood. It's trying our wings, Leaving our mother, Becoming men and women. We've been [seen but not heard] children, Fighting for the full breasts, The protective embrace, The soft lap. Children do this. But Earthseed is adulthood. Adulthood is both sweet and sad. It terrifies. It empowers. We are men and women now. We are Earthseed. And the Destiny of Earthseed Is to take root [again] among the stars." (p. 397)