In honour of … “Fritz"
The greatest teacher , mother, father and entire village I ever had… He tought me how to fly. I love you buddy, And I always will.
I once raised one of these little fella’s who’s nest was destroyed by a cat…
And I can definitely say that this family of animal has one of the most advanced social structures and communication paradigms that can be easily observed almost everywhere in the world. Better than any human paradigm of community I have ever experienced. (And I’ve visited , seen and deeply investigated many of them)
They are flying village communities. They respect eachothers private time, promote curiosity in eachother and gather regularly for social re-charging.
Orphans are adopted by any adult that the orphin seeks contact with.
I raised him… He totally loved me and was overly devoted to me… He went everywhere I went. If i drove in my car… He’d follow the car.
If I went into a building he’d ask if he could join me, and if not , waited patiently untill I came back out again.
But together with a flying village that regularly visited the surroundings of my house… He found his true self again.
Over 2 weeks I introduced him to the flying village… At some point I was invited to the village. Since they noticed I behaved like them. But I was only doing what they were teaching me.
He knew our time together was going to end…
He thanked me. In his pain , in his confusion… in his grief… Knowing what would come. And so did I.
The last time I saw him… and left that flying village … Never to return… to make sure I did the best I could for him… Is still one of the greatest lessons of nature I ever got… and it still makes me cry with rivers as I type this.
He was even better housetrained then I was basically.
These rivers of pain are some of the sweetest emotions I know.
