Today was the day I idly thought about plants having feelings. We might think of them as ‘feelings’, but that can only be a limp analogy. For them, their conscious state, their awareness, would be wholly, utterly, completely different. It would be of a type, of a quality, we can’t even begin to imagine, let alone understand.
Of course, I’m aware that’s all a very unlikely possibility. Of course, I’m all too aware it’s a wholly unoriginal thought. Of course, any number of people have had similar thoughts, wondered about similar possibilities.
Of course. Of course. But still, I’m nagged by all that’s been believed in as certainty in the past. I’m nagged by all the certainty that’s withered in the light of new realities.
And I don’t quite know how I should live my life, certain only that being uncertain is sensible. I fear humans thrive on the definite.