I’ve been studying Earth’s associations in life for a long while. Many sources had similar answers so eventually I decided to describe what Earth represented in my own way. I think what I loved most about writing this was being focused on life and death; those two things are truly tangible, inevitable truths all of us witness and will experience. She is our first and last teacher.
Earth is home. Home is where reality takes shape, where we start planting our roots. We start out as saplings looking up to the full-grown trees who are familiar with Earth and her nurturing ways. They seem proud of how far they’ve come. They seem invincible, so we believe them when they tell us that we will grow higher than they have, that we’re destined to be even closer to the sun.
Then we learn about how stressful growth is. Our sapling form starts protruding from the soil; our roots are deeper, but also farther away. We go through these strange phases, learning what to do with our new branches, leaves, petals, fruit, whatever you may see yourself blossoming. It’s a strange time, and it gets stranger when you see the other saplings growing differently. It leaves you curious, maybe terrified, but you’ll inevitably compare and contrast and wonder about reality’s most common questions: What is the right way to grow? What is the wrong way to grow?