in the way machines are, andthus in the known history of the universe, rather unique?***While skeptics of nonhuman intelligence work that out, and devote billions of dollars to researching artificialintelligence, Im preparing myself todismantle it (the machine), and the system that supports it, before it devoursthe planet, my home.While religious scholars and priests, ponder upon this, eyes closed,senses shut down, negating life to worship manmade gods and manmade thoughtsand manmade artifacts, men who organize the living world by stacking or hackingthe rest of us to support their material and spiritual conquest of reality, Imtaking lessons from animals and plants I live with, to use every strategy toend insanity. While scientists, armed by their technocratic henchmen, probe thesecrets of the universe, and of every cell, through telescoping, magnification,extension, dissection, dislocation and isolation, and explain it all throughmystifying equations (incomprehensible mantras of the dominant culture),actions that further devour the body ofthe world, I'm growing allegiances with non humans and humans in my owncommunity.***I write this for the rest of us, for those who are still alive, yetenslaved to the emperors who command the machine, to those of us dimly awarethere is something missing in the insane logic we are bound by. We know that the death of the living world (and this includes humans)goes hand in hand with the proliferation of the machine, systemic, and particulate,a construct, both psychological and material, worshipped by modern man, who inthe most tragic and macabre of ironies is now enthralled by the very monster hepieces together out of the body and flesh of the living world. Why do we support this monster? Why do we succumb to its power? Is there not another way? Can we notally with the rest of the living world, and halt the machine? This does not necessarily mean death, nor killing anybody. On thecontrary, it means, life. For everybody. Picture a world, where trees,plants, frogs, tigers, humans, rivers, mountains, winds, waters, soils,communities coexist, each supporting the other, each in relation to the other,each conspiring to add beauty to the world, each giving life, so all may live in beauty.Before I die, and more importantly, before the forests are vanquished, Ibelieve we are required to engage directly with the truly intelligent membersof the universe, those who have figured out how life supports life, and howdeath supports life, how death doesnt lead to immiserated oceans, and toxified air, andcollapsed forests, and extirpated tigers, and devastated humans; and howintelligence and life are to each other how the wave is to a particle, or ariver to water molecules, or blood to every cell. And I believe that love, beauty, real life, and a vibrant planetare born from this, wholly.Thank you: Hardnews forcarrying From this wounded forest: adispatch; Sadiq Naqvi and Amit Sengupta for your welcome; Hartman de Souzaand Derrick Jensen for cheering this little dream-nourished piece; ValliSeshan, Lorenzo Castellari, Stefi Barna, Sonali Sathaye, Sujata Goel, ShirlyJoseph, Diba Siddiqi, for listening; Pradip Krishen, Robert Stewart, TanyaBalcar and other ecogardener friends, for extending the magic of plants; Youngfriends, students, researchers and toddlers, for curiosity and affection fornonhumans; Biologist friends