On my kitchen windowsill is a plant called Basil. And she is afraid of me. With good reason. I like Basil leaves, and however much I try to reassure her that I am just taking one leaf, well three, just to add a little something to this cracked pepper and soft cheese, she cannot run and she cannot hide.

Animals have legs and birds have wings. This gives us the illusion that we are mobile, but Human Design actually takes all that delusion away again. You are as rooted as a plant in this existence, hapless in your path through time and space, unable to run and with nowhere to hide.

Sometimes I think this is the clearest way to think of the Human Design message. We are all rooted like plants. Your awareness entered physical form at a specific place and time, and your seed grew in that juxtaposition or whatever you want to call it.

Modern science makes so many mistakes, in particular this absurd equality of this and that. A baby born in a tribe near a mosquito infested swamp has a very different life from one born in Manhatten. In abstract thought we can imagine these babies swapping places and wonder if they would turn out any different. At the end of any life, the sequences all lined up and one thing just followed another.

Vanity makes us think we can run, makes us waste our thoughts in dreams that can never be. And so many people end up never seeing where they are nor who they are with, because they live in tomorrow, goals, and never sit back and look out of the window of where you are now. Science is based on belief and some of the nastiest and most horrible beliefs are currently fashionable. I do not think humans exist comfortably without belief. To say, no, I have no beliefs, I don't believe in Christian God, or Buddhist this or Muslim that, in general, people then believe there can be no God, and think that is not a religion. The religion that there can be no God, is the religion of science, and any University professor worth his pay will tell you, it is all based on axioms, and axioms are actually beliefs. We just believe that there can be three points in a straight line. Yes all the evidence is that there is no such real thing as a straight line, but come and see my swimming pool, how the water is in a line. Check out my diamond ring and those carbon molecules all in a straight line, look at these soldiers all marching in lines. Straight lines are fetish objects, we imposed every single one on a world that was full of character and shape. The natural world is shaped like the trees and the rocks and the rivers. And so is your life.

Trees and rivers are shaped in a natural branching structure where every branch is a left or right choice. It is the way nature devised to spread through space. Your lungs are dendritic, so that the largest volume of oxygen reaches your blood. Nature did not make square lungs, only people make things in straight lines, with corners. If an alien anthropologist landed on earth, perhaps the first thing he would say is that this species worships a fetish and that fetish is the straight line, the flat plane, and the right angle corner.

Symmetry. Beauty. Who can say. The fact is that most people believe that the straight line is given by either God or Nature, and it is not, it is man made and made from fear. Fear that we need to get places and need wheels on cars to get there. Fear made the straight lines that cage animals and people.

Imagine for a moment the most beautiful naked young woman or man here in front of you, and the form is all curves. Name any popular car, and there is one several times the price that has more curves or better curves, we love curves, curves are sexy and sensual and make us feel good. But our belief is that we must have straight lines, and our belief is that straight lines exist as some imagined ideal.

Personally I want the Human Design bodygraph replaced with one with curves, but clarity and understanding generally find straight lines easier to cope with. In any case, there is some dimension perhaps where your life is not a cube nor a graph, but a plant, shaped in pathways that you tried and other pathways that branched off and you tried those too. The pattern of pathways is you. Everything outside the pathways is not you. And where do most of us live, what do most of us think about, we all think about what is outside of us. And we don't even get the shape of that right, we think the world is rational and square, measured by Descartes and Newton and Einstein. Well part of the world can be measured that way, but then there is no seed, no origin, no place where you or I started. The fabric of today's science reduces you to a numbered citizen with an ID card, a voter, a worker, a fool, instead of someone born and cared for, nourished, growing and descended from somewhere and someone.

Juxtaposition is a beautiful theory, but not a priority for intellectuals inside nor outside the Human Design mainstream. In simple terms, it is about what is within reach. Time and space seem to be slightly fluid, because sometimes there is a bus and you can run for it and catch it. Other buses are far away and might as well be concepts or ideas for you or me. It is very nice to think about things beyond our grasp, and some people strive and reach personal goals, which is fine if these truly are their own goals for their own lives and nobody else's. But truly we are more like plants, rooted in time and space, and we cannot jump onto rainbows to reach dreams that are not within what we can touch and smell and see and do. This is a basic error in the structure of science today. There is no theory in science to describe why one baby becomes Simon Cowell, rich and famous and whatever, and another is just one of the many thousands who die from preventable disease every day. Science, which has become our religion, theorises that in theory, every child is interchangeable somehow and but for factors we do not understand, this child or that could be saved, or could be born here instead of there. Juxtaposition is simple: there is distance between these dying babies and the food and care they need. From that perspective, we are all limited. You may think a plant is limited by not being able to get up and walk. You too are severely limited. For all you know, you are just like my Basil plant, stuck on a window sill with some being you can never know watering you and keeping you alive just to steal your leaves, and there may be nothing you can do about it.

I'm hungry. I think I'll have another of those crispbreads with soft cheese, black pepper, and a couple of those delicious fresh Basil leaves. But then again, I do water this plant and look after it. It is not such a bad life. My advice to the plant is to be happy for what it has, a nice windowsill, sunshine, water, and being touched now and then by a God.