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I may be the last person on the planet to have seen Avatar, and that happened last night.

Wow.

So, I see what all the fuss is about, was astounded by the effects, and moved by the message.

And chagrined..that the horrible truth is that we as humans, and particularly we humans who live in an intensely resource-dependent country take advantage of, or often annihilate, cultures and natural beauty to fulfill our endless needs.

It made me want to become more involved in making the world a better, safer place.

The concept of being connected, all of us, by a greater, subtle, ancient force also resonated deeply within me. I've always believed this, and feel the movie did a lovely job articulating and demonstrating that throughout.

The Tree of Life web project is all about the interconnectedness of all life on Earth. I borrowed their key image for a visual because it is cool:




On the Tree of Life website, they quote Darwin:

"The affinities of all the beings of the same class have sometimes been represented by a great tree... As buds give rise by growth to fresh buds, and these if vigorous, branch out and overtop on all sides many a feebler branch, so by generation I believe it has been with the great Tree of Life, which fills with its dead and broken branches the crust of the earth, and covers the surface with its ever branching and beautiful ramifications."  Charles Darwin, 1859


One of my favorite quote references in Avatar:

Jake Sully: She said all energy is only borrowed, and one day you have to give it back.

Maybe if we adopted this perspective we could begin to appreciate the delicate balance that exists with in nature, the balance that depends upon respecting our 'mother' while we assume responsibility for our actions. Clearly every action impacts many, and we can choose whether those actions are positive, healing actions or destructive, negative actions.

We have the power.

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