What is life?
Let’s not quibble over the term species. Or. Let’s say that life comes in many forms and some forms are maybe lying dormant. OK? So, let’s just agree that life is plants and such, sure, but it’s also former plants and such. Like, what if you were a plant that died but is still sorta around? What if you were living and you still have some life left in you to give? You know, like, what are people using up when they use us? Our past life, we say. People are creating zombie life as fuel, we say. Yeah.
"Rebirth is super. Really, we don’t bemoan a final flirt with life. "
Zombie species have feelings too—
So, we’re in retirement, right? We’re a former life that’s hanging out and looking to be useful, but differently than in our past life and differently from what we’ve seen others who went before us. Rebirth is super. Really, we don’t bemoan a final flirt with life. However, we would like to be used wisely. And, frankly, we’re not seeing an abundance of wisdom around our use.
Help through endangerment status—
Relief, sweet relief, we believe, will come from being considered endangered and therefore being handled with care, in theory. Like, in being used cleanly, for instance. We know it’s a leap, but some of the best ideas take a leap off the jagged rocks of imagination. You might get nicked a bit on the way down, but there’s the chance that you’ll find your wings and soar well past the nastiest barbs.
How great thou art—
Look at you, humanity; you’re resourceful and capable. My god, look at that big brain you wield. My god! The things you can do—and who could stop you from doing it? And what, we ask all of the stuff on this planet, what could be a more merciful creature or entity than the human? All the stuff on this planet agrees—you are the fairest and kindest, by far! We are all humbled in your presence—and we, Coal, appeal to the depth of your compassion and imagination. Please reconsider your definition of species and allow us into your toxemic ranks.
