Everything is just as it should be.
There is nothing out of place, not in any capacity. From the melody of the birds’ morning song to the way the sunlight streams through the windows, there is nothing out of place. It makes sense, to synchronise our lives to the flow of the planet we spin on. It would be nonsensical to just let ourselves run around without any sort of structured routine, it would be like ignoring an instruction manual and then openly wondering why everything is a struggle. The clockwork movement of nature is such an organic way of living, anything that resembles a remote deviation would be the greatest act of foolishness since the near extinction of mankind in 3345.
Before the near extinct of mankind in 3345, the leaders of the world had this unwavering obsession that progression was synonymous with destruction. In order for mankind to develop into masters of ‘advanced living’, we thought destroying the foundations of our planet and sacrificing nature would lead us to be triumphant as the superior race. The history books will tell you, the mass destruction of endless wildlife, poaching for medicine and furniture and the pawning of nature reserves for temporary wealth paved the way for sky-high buildings and poisonous gas pumping factories. Our fearless and visionary leaders believed so strongly in the power of mankind that it blinded itself in a cloud of egotistical desire for more.
More money, more buildings, more technology to induce a comfortable lifestyle at the expense of the indigenous bearings of Mother Nature. In the end, the barely surviving ecosystem couldn’t handle the intensity of this ‘advanced living’. The air stopped recycling out the waste and toxins, in an attempt to survive, everything began to collapse in on itself with a chain reaction ending in the mankind’s ruin.
Thank god for the Clockwork.
The Clockwork is new a found way of life, based solely on nature it conforms wholly to the planet and its cycle without any disruption or disturbance from humans. Quite simply put, rather than humans demanding and dictating the speed of growth, humans kneel before the whims of nature and live their life accordingly. We synchronise our internal body clock to the clock of nature with the natural order of each of the four seasons dictating our own way of living. Each season’s natural order directly reflects our choices and behaviour so that we consistently harmonise with the ecosystem.
Society’s blatant disregard for the clock of nature is what drove humankind to the brink of extinction in the first place but the preservation of nature will create a harmonious balance.
When I think about humanity before the submission to the Clockwork of nature, I am always in wonder at how they ever functioned. Without a peaceful coexistence of humanity and nature, they would remain the largest threat to our environment and subsequently, the largest threat to themselves. Katie understands it less. She fails to see how vital our submission to nature is.
She always asks me the same question, rephrased as to sound as though she had been pondering hard since the last answer I gave her, “How can you be sure we’re so perfect now that we don’t live for ourselves?”
I always answer with a reworded version of the following; “why do you assume that everything nature provides for us, the Clockwork lifestyle we adhere to, isn’t living for ourselves? Every cog of our society, runs just as it should. No element goes too fast or goes too slow, nor does it run for too long or for not enough time, we get to relive in a perfect moment.”
Katie complains about our purpose a lot, she idolises the way we used to assign a monetary value to our lives, exchanging money for our services. “We used to work for money, we had purpose and now we have only the feeling of conformity as comfort”, she’s convinced that the materialistic pat-on-the-back that is money, is an obvious nudge that she’s doing well, that there is purpose to her goals and work.
“But that isn’t the case. The feeling of being part of the cycle of nature is more rewarding than any financial token could have been. You forget it was humanity’s mass greed for these tokens that fuelled their desire for more, the more that almost ended everything. Money is not a purpose. Now, we work on the basis of trade. Without any set currencies, our people are taught that all careers have an equal contribution to the successful survival of society, doctors are the same as market stall workers and that is because they both provide a service. They don’t work for a pay-check, instead they work to feel as though they’re making a difference. Afterall, that is why the beings of nature work, to contribute to an ecosystem.”
I think once Katie understood the analogy of our society with the ecosystem, she began to understand why I was so proud of our revolutionary development from life pre-3345. Naturally, she still had questions and fingers to point. I remember, she came home one day and said that she was confused as to why Friday schooling was compulsory for her and not our neighbour, a stout little boy who was the same age as Katie. “It’s because he learnt quicker” I explained, “mandatory education has no lasting effect on individuals unless their education is tailored specifically for them and their capabilities. He learnt algebra at a much quicker pace and therefore he doesn’t need five days of schooling, instead he only needed four.” It’s the same with nature, insects and animals progress into skills faster than their associates and therefore one bee might be pollenating years before its twin brother, adapting to your environment should be recognised and schooling should be tailored.
She asks other questions too, she likes to be difficult, to question a perfectly balanced way of living and whenever she questions it, I tell her that there is no need to, why should she worry in harmonised world, led by the greatest leader known to mankind, nature.
Almost everything is not as it should be.
I feel more like Katie than Margot today. Margot has more faith in the Clockwork’s power and the importance it holds in ensuring humanity’s survival and nature’s preservation. Yet, today I find myself questioning the Clockwork and its precision but unlike when Katie questions the Clockwork, there was no one to dull my curiosity or flatten my suspicions.
The Clockwork is the best way to live.
Yet, I feel more like Katie than Margot today.
It was an average day for the world in the Season of Renewal. Everyone is obliged to spend the seasoning cleaning and organising physically, materialistically and mentally. People must take one walk per day through the Fields of Spring and take it upon themselves to be academically open either by reading or learning a new skill or language. I take my walks during the day-time, with people at their respective places of purpose, the fields are less crowded and better for thinking.
I took the same route following the outskirts of the Main Square and detoured for a shortcut around the eldest Oak Tree, the longest-standing piece of nature from era of pre-3345. I travelled on the same route and at the same pace as I always do, the route carved out by nature and at an undisruptive pace. The fields are supposed to be littered with blooming buds, growing at the pace nature intended, some faster than others but all in due time. Afterall, the Season of Renewal meant everything should have been aligned perfectly. Yet, as I walked through the Fields of Spring, my entire focus was shifted and I was alerted to gaze upon a particular ordeal, its surroundings blurred leaving me blinded to it.
I saw nature. Two insects. Bugs. Creatures.
A microcosmic representation of our own human race. Miniscule exemplary models of how even at our weakest, we can live harmoniously if we follow the ways of the Clockwork.
Or so I thought.
It was strange, quite difficult to put into words. With my focus being shifted to the interaction between the two bugs, I became acutely aware of them and their existence, their stance, their movements, their entire being had an intense power that in that moment, made me certain that our conformity to nature was the finest alignment of human history. Not wanting to disturb them, I slowly shifted my walk at a safe distance, yet I was so enchanted by their placement in our universe’s existence that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from their interaction.
Part of me wishes I looked away and just ignored them because missing their interaction would have been worth more than being plagued with these relentless doubts.
Both bees were from the same hive, they had to be there is only one bee hive in the local perimeter that would result in bees pollenating in the Fields of Spring. But they fought. I don’t understand how they could or why they would? The first one was slightly smaller, it seemed as though it has just been allowed to go out and pollenate unassisted. Whilst it was trying to get itself in the optimum position, it was suddenly ambushed by a significantly larger bee who spotted the struggling rookie and decided to push and reclaim.
I was so mesmerised that I didn’t notice the larger bee approach the crimson red flower. It was then that the dispute happened. It all went by so quickly, the larger bee pushed first and by all its might the smaller one clung onto the red flower, begging for a chance. Failing to remain stuck to the flower, after several pushes the larger bee flew backwards, lulling the smaller one into a false pretence of safety, it suddenly flew forward charging mightily and pushing it off balance, ripping it from the flower. It was thrown off. Ripped from the flower. Forcibly surrendered from its chance to pollenate and left victim to the power of the larger bee.
But it wasn’t over. Somehow the smaller bee found some untapped courage and mimicked the larger bee’s fly-up and charged at the larger bee but that only made it worse. Rather than a victorious reclaimant of the flower, it had vexed the larger bee enough which had now rounded on the smaller one and viciously bit it. I watched it struggle to stay upright, tormented by the bite it continued to struggle until its energy depleted so severely that it collapsed in on itself, missed the flower as a landing pad and fell lifelessly into the blades of grass below.
It was dead. Killed by its own kind. It was murdered in a fight for dominance.
This is not how nature should be. The Clockwork is based on nature’s harmonious co-existence, the way nature has a set way of living by the seasons and by its capabilities is what inspired humanity to follow in its footsteps. Why would it kill the smaller bee? Why didn’t the larger one guide it, teach it how to pollenate, be patient and supportive? Why did it act so unfairly? Perhaps we behave unfairly, we mandate education based on capabilities but is that not to ensure everyone receives the most out of it? We work on the basis of trade as to prevent monetary discrimination, not to devalue the work of our people?
The larger bee, it behaved in such an unjust manner it was though it saw no alliance with the smaller bee, as though it was from another hive or another species all together. It was blinded to any resemblances and instead was fuelled by the uncertainty of their differences.
The larger bee was more experienced, more dominant and more powerful. The smaller bee was less experienced, weaker and subsequently disadvantaged.
But the larger bee didn’t care, it only wanted to sustain itself even at the cost of the other’s life. The complete disregard and lack of a harmonious co-existence has left me hollow, questioning the very foundations of nature and the Clockwork. Why are we following an order that is flawed? That exhibits resentment and discrimination?
Nothing is as it should be.
The Clockwork is flawed. There is no doubt in my mind that the Clockwork is a restrictive and oppressive cycle. It claims to protect both nature and humanity, mixing them into a harmonised co-existence. The Clockwork was supposed to protect nature and support humanity into an evolution, but how can we evolve if nature is holding us back?
The Clockwork was supposed to be a foundation for our own way of life, just like nature we mandated our children’s education system on the basis of their capabilities, advancing those more capable at a faster rate rather than restricting them to a deadline of progression. The way nature evolved within the seasons, is the way we were supposed to live, Spring would be the time for renewals, moving house and beginning new endeavours. Summer was the time for enjoyment, people would socialise and choose particular leisure activities to pursue. Autumn was the season of preparation, we would work within our careers during this time, buy food and store it, get our homes ready for Winter. Winter. The time for sleep and rest, no work or strain just recovery from the previous seasons.
Everything was divided in such a way where humanity allotted equal times for each aspect of their way of living that there was no way to ignite war or conflict. Prejudice and discrimination were unheard of because everyone followed the Clockwork and were bound to its foundations. Society was so certain of the way of the Clockwork that there was no need to focus on the differences between people because our purposes and our beliefs were all the same that the Clockwork held us together.
I’m not sure that’s still true.
After the incident in the Fields of Spring three years ago, I began to question nature’s sense of morality. It seemed that we never needed this compass of good and bad because everyone lived such rigid and conforming lives that no one ever discriminated or acted out against each other. People were free to practice any chosen career and the basis of trade was a flawless monetary replacement. It eradicated plagues of classism and poverty, the Clockwork is an equaliser and keeps people grounded and united. Nature promotes the concept of our desires as being instinctive and that by synchronising our own cycle to nature’s clockwork we can control when these instinctive urges occur and act upon them accordingly. Years of synchronisation means children are born in the season of Spring and humans crave longer periods of sleep during the winter months. The synchronisation means humanity follows the most efficient way of living.
After going almost my entire life being completely convinced that the Clockwork produces the most successful way of living, I now find myself torn within a moral questioning whether this rigid structured way of life is in fact a form of oppression rather than liberation.
Organised liberation is still a form of oppression. The incident with the two bees in the field made me realise that morality has no bearing on nature. There is no co-existence within nature and that the battle for supremacy is prominent within the same hive as it is among the humans pre-3345. There is no sense of freedom or justice otherwise the smaller bee would have been able to pollenate uninterrupted and the larger bee would have been punished for killing the smaller one. Our dependency on nature as the most faultless way of living is the sole reason we struggle to accomplish the goals of human kind, the reason we haven’t developed but instead opted for stagnated survival. Without a dependable governing body the absence of a enforced judicial system leaves our society exposed to potential moral corruption, without an enforcer there is no certainty that justice exists.
Pre-3345 saw human-to-human oppression. Discrimination based on race, gender and class. These problems were no longer prominent when society conformed to the clockwork, but discrimination still exists, perhaps not so prominently within humans but my witnessing of the bee incident has proved that in a few years, society will revert back to their ways of differentiating. They’ll differentiate between those who progress based on their faster developing capabilities or those who choose to wait several years post-optimal mating and birthing seasons. They’ll blame them, accuse them of risking the probability of higher chances of reproductive success and sabotaging the society and mankind’s progression. They’ll begin to demand more and find excuses to build up their empire of technology through the destruction of nature because of the repressive lifestyle they are forced into.
If there was no unjust action within the ecosystem then surely the Clockwork would have been fine, a plausible way of living. Instead, humanity’s submission to the clockwork of nature is within itself a restrictive and oppressive lifestyle. The way we force ourselves to adapt our lifestyle to the way nature does, the way we trick our instinctive desires to erupt at seasonally appropriate times. We’ve convinced our body clock to mate intime for the birthing season of Spring, to be most relaxed in Summer and the most active in Autumn and in complete emotional, physical and mental hibernation during the Winter.
The Clockwork is flawed. It has to be. We’ve surrendered our personal desires and freedom to feel and act whenever we wanted to conform to nature. We were so sure that nature was the best cycle to follow that we failed to notice that it held no moral compass, that it was slowly handcuffing us into an endless mundane cycle.
Would you rather live being oppressed by your own kind? Or would you rather be oppressed by the kind that you disassembled your entire society to conform to?
The Clockwork is a failure. A restrictive, oppressive and consuming failure.