How can we do this and sleep well?

This is just, the simple truth!

Man is absentminded; he is carelessness, and his greed is felt by beast and man alike and can be seen all over; the affect that it has today is alarming.   It scars me I hope a tomorrow comes, but this just did not start yesterday, it started many years back.

This is a condor’s tale.  The Condor and others birds of its type have opened up and given grace to man and allowed to share the skies with man; but no one give man anything man takes whatsoever he desires.  He has made a mess of the world;  and the condor did not have a  voice, his has no opinion he is not heard in congress yet still a close relative holds his head high and sits on the flag which stood for something at one time;  Not now we have these flags in offices and Judges and captains of large military ships.         People say who is he again?  No one knows his he will never see or be in the office from which he held so proudly.  There are no songs being song about his; it brings tears to my eyes to see him now      He is but a whisper to those who made their promise to the people back home we will not let our state bird go quietly into the night, so I will tell you this true story. A friend of mine told me while I was sitting on a stool in the darkest part of a bar one night so now listen well because I dare not repeat myself.

The Flight of the Condor

It is now morning and just before the break of dawn; the majestic bird stretches his wings, at the top of his now, manmade nest on the top of a large high power pole.  His chest erected, as he looks out over the horizon for the last time.

      As memory serves, he flies long and high on the hot currents of air.  This is a creature that has evolved and understands that he must rise earlier to make his position clear! Because he now competes with his only adversary man, who has learned the art of his greatness, “The Flight”, even though his wings were shaped and fashioned by the Almighty God, Jehovah himself, for the act of flight of which he is king and the very reason for his existence.

      Now! As he soars above the world, he noticed the air he breathes is heavy with toxic odor and there is a mist that obscures his view and where it was effortless for him to glide, he feels sluggish and his world is dim.

     

        He speaks as he does from time to time, but with each sound he makes, he notices that it sounds like desperate cries for help.  Yet because of his nature he stays on course, fulfilling that which God has called him for and man expects and he gives no less.  And yes he forges in flight and makes his rounds high almost into outer space.  The creature holds true to his forefathers and brings them great joy.

      He looks down and see his prey, miles off in the distance, then without hesitation, he pulls his wings in close to his side and makes himself a missile, then plunges to earth.  Then unsuspecting morsel is transformed into the substance that gives him life.

      He then repositions himself but he struggles to regain flight.  Note! That the world he now knows is not at all the way the ancient stories told and passed on to him through the ancestry, in his genes.  He can no longer rely on his instinct, he has to learn by trial and error, he must forge new ways to survive or die, and he must now adapt! He must kill or be killed, he must try to live the way man has restructured his world.  He must now learn new ways that makes no sense to him and his kind.  He is on the verge of extinction and he knows it, for he has seen his brothers die.   But isn’t he king of his world? And if he cannot take flight and continue to soar then before too long they all will die and be no more.   He has signed a contract with God to live as he has always done, just like his fathers before him, but man and his greed is smothering him with technology and he does not fit in the civilized world.   Unfortunately he does not bargain nor does wage war, he exists in his world and no matter how much he fights we can all see how he dies, we do not have to be fortunetellers.  But we all play a part, and it all brings an end to the flight of the Condor.  

By GtW 11-12-o7