A once over in the kitchen

Put the dishes in the dishwasher and throw the moldy buns out the back door and into the jungle that was once a backyard. Feed the crows, make habitat for Monarchs, fuck order and civilization. Monkeypox is pretty much on the doorstep anyway. 

Thirty years ago, I was working with Indians, and some of the elders talked about the inevitable consequences of the white man's market-driven way of life in which the natural world (the only world, the real world) is treated as a consumable resource and greed is considered a virtue. 

One of those consequences would be the Earth releasing viruses, new and old. Another would be a deep and pervasive spiritual sickness across the world. Are we there yet? 

What if the Earth is alive, self-regulating, oriented toward stasis like other living beings are?  What if it inherently knows what's making it sick and has a plan to wipe it out? 

I'm writing this while procrastinating a trip to the gym which seems less than significant the more I think about it.