I wonder at the world. It spins, it clatters, it sucks out the life from the things that walk its surface. The world does not wonder back at me, for obviously, if that were the case, then maybe I could talk sense to it, or even better, it could talk sense to me.
I wonder at the things in the world. They make so much natter and chatter on and on and on at things and things that make no sense. The things in the world, don’t wonder back at me, or maybe I’m in error, mysteriously.
I wonder at all of life, and ponder the meaning of its strife. I know there’s reasons, I know there’s issues that matter. But in the end of it all, is not all these multi cellular organisms just so much splatter?
The end result, the thick of this think: There is always merit in everything, be it small or gargantuan or something otherwise notable. And in the same vein, by a twist of perspective, all that can and will and has been done, ultimately is only relevant within the context upon which it was born.
Be, and be Brightness….