Ganked.

[greenstorm]

Someone asked these things of no-one in particular.

Okay folks, what makes you tick?

The sunshine, the earth, and the rain make me tick. In their absence I cease to be. This is not poetics, this is fact. If I hadn't been raised on a farm, I would have been a computer programmer, I'm sure.

What makes your world turn?

People. With or without them I slip into a featureless haze sometimes (I've missed the last week, it's been one very long day, there's no turning except perhaps the turning of the clay under yoru fingers when it's perfectly centred on the wheel and it feels still) but without them the haze contains nothing and I come out of the other side with no sense of having lived.

What drives you?

The sun, the earth, and the rain drive me to grow things in the same way they drive a plant. It's an inevitable reaction, as reliable as photosynthesis and very similar. I want living complexity to multiply; I want energy to be bound into ridiculous elaborate structures and stored in biomass. This sounds obscure, but it has the force of the voice of god in me. This is what takes me off to school and then returns me to shape my city.

What gods do you worship?

I try not to limit myself to gods. As long as everything is worshipped, I'm safe-- and how can you not be happy with a life full of worshipful things?

What do you care about?

I care about the big and impossibly crazily complex system that somehow contains a peat bog, a rainforest, deep-sea vents, and human consciousness all in the same thing. How does that work? It really does seem to be all one piece-- look for cracks, jump on them, and they turn out to be just as solid as the things that are self-evidently connected. Sometimes I picture myself standing on a streetcorner in the rain, my eyes crazed and wide, screaming, "it's all the same thing! It's all the same thing!" It's too big for any mind, really, and so we retreat into abstractions and forget that in the real world, things are connected. Things are connected, though, and so they all blur around the edges, and there in the end is just the one thing-- and that's the thing I care about.

What makes you lie awake at night?

The only thing I stay awake for when I'm in bed, lately, is staying up longer to savour the feeling of someone next to me when, in fact, there is. I don't believe in worry without action, despite the amount of time I spend doing it. Life is better without.

Do you run on gas, or love or hate or ambition?

Compulsion. Love, hate, and ambition are lovely asides.

If an actor plays you, what is their motivation?

Enlightenment. I don't know what that means, or perhaps I've achieved it and wish to stay here.

Who are you?

I'm Erin

What are you?

I'm a gardener.

Comments

[estrellada.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I picture myself standing on a streetcorner in the rain, my eyes crazed and wide, screaming, "it's all the same thing! It's all the same thing!" It's too big for any mind, really, and so we retreat into abstractions and forget that in the real world, things are connected.

BUG SHIT!

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

The hippies called us 'star children'.

[estrellada.livejournal.com]

but we *are* stars!

or I am, at least ;)

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

You're as much stars as I am plants, really. Which is to say, quite a bit.

[cantstoptharock.livejournal.com]

I liked this post.

Reminds me of a thought I had the other day. I was thinking about how liberating it would be to just walk down the street downtown, singing at the top of my lungs, all by myself, not caring about the stares or glaces or whatever from people who don't understand. Just singing for the pure joy of it.

I think you are neat.

[solarflight.livejournal.com]

I've done that before, kind of: I sang, but I never got up the guts to do it at the top of my lungs. Self-consciousness is annoying like that.

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

Or maybe the singing is enough for you? There's not, really, an enormous need to go to extremes unless there is, in fact, a need to go to extremes.

[greenstorm.livejournal.com]

I'd rather dance than sing, but yes.

Thank you.