#plantsoul

[highdeft]

[lizzemea]

There was once a little child who wished to be a plant enjoying the the sun, and one day, her soul took flight into the earth. But the child didn't just wanna be a girl flower, they wanted to also be a boy flower. So deciding at once to be a plant, they decided they would have two flowers poking up out of the ground, one gender for each flower. Now they thought about being just one flower with two genders and they thought about having 3 genders and they thought of many possible options but in the end they felt most comfy being three flowers, a lady, a dude and a mysterious third flower underground of a gender nobody knows. Now they live peacefully, fearing only lawnmowers and aphids.

[spicyalien]

plantsoul replied to your photo “A memorial for all black lives lost to police burtality. ...”

where in toronto did this take place?

in front of the US Consulate 

[the-ephemeral-ethereal]

The Plantsoul by William James

"In the development of animals the nervous system is the central fact. Plants develop centrifugally, spread their organs abroad. For that reason people suppose that they can have no consciousness, for they lack the unity which the central nervous system provides. But the plant's consciousness may be of another type, being connected with other structures.

Violins and pianos give out sounds because they have strings. Does it follow that nothing but strings can give out sound? How then about flutes and organ-pipes? Of course their sounds are of a different quality, and so may the consciousness of plants be of a quality correlated exclusively with the kind of organization that they possess.

Nutrition, respiration, propagation take place in them without nerves. In us these functions are conscious only in unusual state, normally their consciousness is eclipsed by that which goes with the brain. No such eclipse occurs in plants, and their lower consciousness may therefore be all the more lively.

With nothing to do but to drink the light and air with their leaves, to let their cells proliferate, to feel their rootlets draw the sap, is it conceivable that they should not consciously suffer if water, light, and air are suddenly withdrawn? Or that when the flowering and fertilization which are the culmination of their life take place, they should not feel their own existence more intensely and enjoy something like what we call pleasure in ourselves? Does the water-lily, rocking in her triple bath of water, air, and light, relish in no wise her own beauty? When the plant in our room turns to the light, closes her blossoms in the dark, responds to our watering or pruning by increase of size or change of shape and bloom, who has the right to say she does not feel, or that she plays a purely passive part?

Truly plants can foresee nothing, neither the scythe of the mower, nor the hand extended to pluck their flowers. They can neither run away nor cry out. But this only proves how different their modes of feeling life must be from those of animals that live by eyes and ears and locomotive organs, it does not prove that they have no mode of feeling life at all."

[lau--lita]

jenan followed me hell yea