Up Next: The Sunrise Brought to you by Gaia, a Literal Burning Star and Every Physical Law we have Figured Out So Far.

I woke up earlier than expected -unable to enjoy the pleasures of REM. 

This particular day of the year, before consciousness rises as usual, I am constantly changing positions in bed, knowing it has everything to do with the dehydration, pro-inflammatory state, and dysbiosis caused by one of the most socially-approved and capitalistically-desired drugs: alcohol.

It is in this context that “my” conscious mind will not stop engaging in the reading of thoughts. This forced me to access a memory -made and upkept for this precise moment- reminding whoever I am to step out of the bed for some 10 minutes. Or until tiredness somehow catches up.

I look at the clock for the first time, after what I could only approximate to being 20 minutes of circling ideas in the middle of a literal dark room: 5:03 AM. 

I choose to wait for the sunrise. 

I slowly wake up, just like the forest around me does (see I Live Where There Used to Be a Forest for reference). Anthropomorphized clouds are passing by. The dinosaur descendants are singing their most creative signals. How many sunrises have been witnessed before the era of the species who hates something it calls “Monday” mornings? How do other complex beings experience a sunrise?

We as a species can only be, become, and say, hate Mondays, if we are first alive, inserted in our environment, and in some version of consciousness. Three things that define your environment are: living beings around you, a massive star undergoing elemental fusion, and a living universe with certain rules. No ecological complexity equals no life as we know it. No sun equals no life as we know it. No universe to dream in and… Well, you get the point.

Collectively, we are convinced that we experience reality as we know it without needing to understand it, simply because it was brought to us by capitalism. We fear questioning the incomplete moral systems and historic-ongoing facts that make us hate much of our lives and shared societies. We avoid it because of the perceived danger to who we are. In other words, our current, completely imperfect selves are afraid to move permanently into the past, thus clinging into the present, and making us and our societies unbearable.

Sunrises are more real than the things we typically agree define you and your body: your name, a made-up race other than “human”, or the ego. This is not a metaphor: we depend on real things in order to exist. Only to then -ironically- take for granted our existence. And the birds know it. The fungi interdependently connecting the forests know it. Every freely wild species out there knows it. 

We are not the norm. We are the anomaly.

Regarding life well-being, whether good and bad exist or it is all a matter of consequences, we all have the same moral obligation: wake up from the poor quality, drug-induced sleep capitalism et al have put us under and make life work for all of us.

[16 de junio del 2021]