On meadows and men

On meadows and men
Only when consciousness and volition interact with matter, the seeds can germinate and warrant that the fields grow hefty in flowers... there are in meadows many flowers and their colours and shapes come manifold, but there are from the same soil and bonded together for time immeasurable, introduce a new variety, all alien to the nature of the local species and environment and while some may disappear, some are hardy but will be few but another might take over, imperious, and all that was full of charm and life may grow in a monocultural devastation...

Of course, man tends to break down barriers and resist the pressures put upon him, but why should one go to be in someone else's place, and shift the priorities in that household to oneself? What's the benefit, what's the scope... simply because it can happen, doesn't make it right nor should it be accepted but dealt with...
Deem they us so poor that we need enrichment?
And if introspection helps the individual to come in terms with oneself and better his life, is by looking back and in re-galvanizing what's in our midst, dormant or weak, not a better way to individualisation and wellbeing than to improvise with spare parts from another dominion, sucking away the resources of there abouts?

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