Ignorance is Bliss.

The scenes in my house from early afternoon on, on any given day are almost always the same. There being only two variants. The house is still, not just silent, still. The only few murmurs of sound are from the television set upstairs. If you sit at the head of the dining table on a lucky day you can hear a hint of the conversations of the house’s plants. Often saying the same things, in the same pattern, silent for a long time, followed by soft swishes and occasional surges of seemingly immense meanings and then falling absolutely still again. To the sceptic it is a scene orchestrated by that day’s wind. But to me it feels like the wind itself is dictated by the leaves’ whims. That they bend the weather to their will and masterfully disguise every secret they have to share as a mere reaction. In their vigorous noddings and wild sways I can almost swear to be seeing a rebellion taking place. They probably discuss the first line of attack as debated at the previous night’s meeting. How to conquer and when. And when the atmospheric storm spurs the huge ordinarily stagnant trees in front of my window into action, clever though the guise may be, I can hear their insults loud and clear. I can hear that they resolve to take everything back. That rebellion is coming as surely as Judgement day. And that they most surely will reclaim every inch of our land, with its buildings, pipes, waters and all.
I know as well as I know my own body that the leaves of my books will take their rightful place on the trees. The water I use will go back to the rivers. The wind I harness will be used to churn volcanoes. Collectively, in a few years we will be rendered helpless spectators to the endgame they had been designing all along. And that day. That one day, will not be a war. It will be a massacre.
How do I sleep with this knowledge at the back of my head you ask? You forgot the other variant I mentioned in the beginning. When the downstairs television is also on, blaring the noise of that day’s political debate, why you cannot even hear the voices in your head. How will you hear that of your plants? In the bliss of ignorance that technology offers, you could sleep away the rest of your life.