They can’t move. And so, at least theoretically, at least in my imagination, they are free of want. Of course a plant, theoretically, in my imagination, “hungers” and “thirsts.” Autotrophs need nourishment as do all living things, but…they can’t move.
They can’t move to seek it out for themselves, and so their existence is to be in acceptance. Now, this is assuming that autotrophs have sentience, and I think they do (not not like ours). So I’m not saying that autotrophs are self-aware and knowingly zen, gathered in bunches of, like, plant monks or something. That’s not what I’m saying. I’m personifying figuratively, not literally. I’m romanticizing like hell.
I just like the idea of being in that sort of limbo, where the most important thing is to grow upward. To keep your roots, no matter what the earth beneath you does. Trees that survive by growing sideways when the earth erodes, roots that go deep and deeper still. And day after day, they just wait for the sun.
They sit still and eat all day. That’s awesome.
They keep every other organism alive. That’s awesome.
Their properties can be medicinal. That’s awesome.
And all of this without ever moving to effect a change on the world.
Now there are plants like kudzu, for instance, that are invasive and can be harmful. Plants that choke out other plants. And you gotta remember that there is as fierce competition in the plant kingdom as there is in any other kingdom. And then, barring carnivorous plants, the way they go about it is motionless.
I guess maybe I see, in my personified vision of them, total acceptance of being. Moreso than any moving creature that’s able to rant and rail against its circumstances by running away or something. Plants have no such thing. Their offense is always defense.
They just sort of literally grow and hope for the best.