By now you may need a refresher on my purpose for writing Copper Chronicles: Living Life! Learning. Adventure, Exploration. Seeking out meaning in this world- a skill I learned with my friend, Copper.

I am not a hen. But I can rummage rigorously through the landscape of My world- and sort skillfully what is genuine ‘food,’ and what is some bit of plastic I may choke on if ingested.

It’s possible there is a risk of taking ownership of this world, and saying it’s My world. 🤔At last, some more powerful person than me will try to assert that this is His world, or Her world , or ‘Their’ World, and I must follow Their Rules- Or Else!!

That leads one to wonder, whose world is it exactly? And the people who claim THEY make the rules, why don’t they also own responsibility for all the problems happening? Seems a logical conclusion- if you’re in charge- you are responsible for both good and bad things 🤔

I guess ‘they’ are right. They are in charge of this world, for the precarious time being.

This is NOT MY WORLD. I may not know much, but seems a hard world for hens and humans beings to live. Chaos. Disorder. Predators eager to make a meal (or commodity) of any poor creature they can find!

Everyone has a right to do what each is born to do. Everyone has that inner spark that Abraham Lincoln spoke of! I think.

Except maybe that guy on TV last night claiming what an excellent job he was doing running the country 🤔. Being offended at any suggestion to the contrary did not lend to his credibility.

No. No spark of divine nature there. Vacant eyes- as vacant as the hungry bellies his reign inspires.