Born in a Garden, Living in a Machine
It’s strange when you really think about it. Earth almost feels perfectly set up for human life. Water literally falls from the sky. Food grows from the ground. Trees produce fruit without invoices. Rivers flow without subscriptions. The sun rises every morning without sending a bill. If you look at nature long enough, it feels generous. Abundant. Almost effortless. And yet, here we are. Living in a world where survival seems to require passwords, credit scores, job contracts, performance reviews, and 40-hour work weeks. You need approval to build. You need money to eat. You need documentation to exist properly. Somehow, between rainfall and mango trees, we built a system that feels like a machine. It creates a strange emotional tension. On one hand, the planet itself looks like a gift. On the other hand, participation in modern society feels like a subscription plan you can’t cancel. You can’t just step outside and gather what you need. Land is owned. Water is regulated. Food is...