were
ourselves.
Our knowledge made us wonder, and speculate upon our own
nature, proposing theory after theory. Perhaps our ancestor seed
fell from the sky, carried by some great wind from a distant land
so far the Green only whispers dreams of it. Perhaps the light-
ning struck our ancestral soil with some magical cousin of the
hated Fire. Perhaps the fungus that feeds our roots went through
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a shift of its nature, linking plant body and root body and wood
body together as never before. Perhaps all of these, or perhaps
none: the result the same. We live, remember, dream together
here on our slopes, beneath the sun and the rains.
Once we would have added, "as we always have." Yet that is
not true. Changes have come to us, changes we fought or wel-
comed, changes we have even initiated. It is this lesson we pass
to those who will come after us, as the individual members of
our self germinate, mature and die in their stages. For it is the re-
membering that we pass on.
When still the Green whispered of the great glaciers retreating,
we were young, and unpracticed in our togethemess. We were
still new, learning to use the senses we had been bom with: the
feel of the sun's heat upon our green body, the patterns of light
and dark as sunbright filtered onto our ground, the fee! of limb
and branch and root, separating out body from member body, yel
conscious of the whole. We grew in our capacity to feel, to co-
ordinate, to sense.
But what we sensed did not please us. For the first time, we
noticed the depredations of the fleshbeasts that infested us, that
were not of the Green. Before, when green body was destroyed
or root body disturbed or wood come crashing to the ground, we
had no more apprehension of its wrongness than when the Sun
disappeared into the darkness of night every day.
Now we knew differently, that these happenstances were not
random acts or laws of nature. And perhaps for the first time, at
least in our long remembering, we felt emotion. We learned ha-
tred.
Oh, how we resented those robbers, meditated long on their
evil, inventing new concepts as we thought on them and their
depredations. And in our long resentment, we came to under-
stand that we could no longer be passive with these interlopers,
not as we were passive beneath the sun that gave us life, and the
sky that gave us the rain. We must take action against the
fleshbeasts, a campaign to save our very being.
For long seasons we trained ourselves, forcing our Mind to
evolve and strengthen. An infestation of Tinybiters, winging
from branch to branch, consuming leaf and tender bark? We
learned to poison our sap, to make our green body taste unpleas-
ant. Did we feel too many Gnawers clambering over our
branches, eating our fruit before it could germinate? We learned
to weaken connective tissue in our wood body, to drop branches,
limbs, that the Gnawers clung to. We learned to set springy traps
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with our roots, to suddenly ensnare the fleshy ones and drag
them under, entomb them where they could feed our fungus.
We were fierce warriors against the beasts; they did not pass
our boundaries without punishment. Our space became filled
with peace, filled with healthy growing, till we could support no
new members throughout our boundaries. Vines grew on our
tronks, airplants sprouted from our branches, and we ruled su-
preme in our demesne, but for one thing.
Yes, for all our learning, our many accomplishments, we could
not protect ourselves from the Fire. Decades would pass in
growth and peaceful dreaming, and then a dry season would
come. We could conserve our sap down in our roots, increase the
wax that coated our leaves, spread our upper branches wide to
protect our lower, younger selves from a sun turned savage. But
the dryness, bad enough of itself, could bring the Fire.
Always, we could feel it coming, as the Green cried