Should we be led to believe that anything actually worth knowing has already been felt, heard, tasted, or seen by another living thing, we can rest comfortable in the fact that this knowledge is only temporary. Left to rely on one’s own destiny, in any given situation, is not an easy concept for the majority of creation’s creatures. It would be fully understandable if it was not mankind itself that is inherently evil but rather the manifest destiny of life itself.
Here is Harjen, a man who was, for all intents and purposes, a karmic saint. It should not be assumed that he actually was able to act of his own accord in the sum total of his experiences, but damn it all if he didn’t actually try.
As the tingle in Harjen’s nose successfully predicted, there was in fact something particularly specia about the air that flowed freely throughout the cavern. It is a general assumption to credit photosynthesis with the honor for turning the much less useful particles of carbon dioxide into oxygen. Oh, to be a great green piece of live foliage with the responsiblity of sustaining the mobile population of the planet by providing the air to breathe.
To be continued…