Friday, June 12, 2009
The fact of nature is the largest factor on planet earth. No matter what networks we build, coolant systems tied into vast arrays of controlled systems, pharmaceutical provisions provided, high frequency waves beaming round and round the plant--still, slow but inexorable entropic grind goes on, and on, and on in unending tundas, vastness of intersteller spaces, and the urge of species to procreate.
Just picture the huddles of penguins in the Artic, standing all winter while they breed their young, or enormous pods of Chordonia swimming in the vast deep oceans, and the dark green of the Amazon. Nature is also the cycle of birth, sickness, old age, and death as the Buddhists are want to say.
As humans we have the failing of sometimes--if only temporarily--thinking that we can conquer infinity or arrange all needs and functions, but we cannot. Nature encases us, and we are small, and fragile, as represented in the image of the blue-green white cloud covered whirl of Gaia, mother earth, seen from outter space.
To live is grace, to have a body is a precious thing, and in our better moments we feel the deepest reverence, live in the moment, and honor the god in all things and persons. God bless thee oh Lord! Ohm Nama Shivaya, blessings to you.