Exotic blocks

Yesterday we spent a few hours walking in Kenting National Park, on the very southern tip of Taiwan. 

Nature has a way of bringing us to our knees. 

At an elevation of 280 metres, huge maple and fig trees grow out of what was once coral reef. The porous coral enables the tree roots to take hold. They drop down to the ground in root curtains. At times, we were walking under a canopy of roots. 

The aeons of time we are talking here make our little timeline of being on Earth excruciatingly small. Just to make a coral reef is a long-term undertaking. Yet alone to have the reef thrust 280m into the sky by some cataclysmic event, and then a giant tree grows on top of you.

As we were walking, we talked about the gruesome harm man has inflicted upon this beautiful earth in such a short amount of time.

I wonder, given our gobsmacking ability to keep doing the same horrid things, over and over, if we would do anything differently if we went back 300 or more years.

From the viewing tower of Kenting National Park, you can see three giant rocky mountains. They remind me of the Glasshouse Mountains on Queensland’s Sunshine Coast.

They are called exotic blocks. They have been moved by Nature from their original location by the Philippine Sea and the Eurasian Continental Plates. Their size is significant, so this is hard to comprehend. My partner Tony argued that this was true.

Again, Nature. Violent. Beautiful. Wonderous.

The contrast of the arrogant man children walking the halls of power, spruking their grubby little war games and the endless rape and pillage of Earth for their gain, is so stunning in its naivety and hubris – that they could even think we humans know better than our mighty Gaia. 

The tech bros who think their creations are smarter, faster and better than nature’s design, I feel a mix of both contempt and sorrow for them. Have they not been tossed like a cork in the ocean, or thrown to the ground by the wind? 

Yet onwards we go. Propagating the tragic myth that we are separate and better than Nature.

Only until we fall to our knees in reverence, only until we learn to partner with, to return to our rightful place as co-creators, shall we step into the mature years of intelligence. So many of our current and previous ancestors knew/know this. But we maintain our superior stance to their wisdom, treating them as barbarians.

I spent a few hours yesterday in the temple of my God, Gaia, offering penance for my arrogance, superiority and righteousness. She brought me to her knees, rightfully.

Photo Taken November 2nd 2025, Article published November 2nd, 2025