Nature is a kind of infinity. It stretches back in time into the distant past and on into future tomorrows, stars are born, stars die, over eons and eons of time nature goes on even after solar systems are gone. So, in that context what is one human life lived on earth? Is it like a flower that blooms and then fades? What I know is when out in nature I don’t look to find myself, or who I am though I have heard some say that is what they do. I know it is a common thing for humans to search to find who they are. But I have realized, at least when I am out in nature and alone, for me anyway, it doesn’t matter who I am. In that realization there is a letting go of the human search for who I am, and in that letting go I find freedom. I find peace and solace.
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Beautifully said. I love this!