Being polite, upright and contrite to fight the spite of fright and blight...

I was trying to think of something to write about today as I drove in to the office. My mind was wandering since it was a very pleasant morning, the window was down and left arm out. I had Grateful Dead music cranked as I rolled through the farmlands. Thanks to road construction going on all but one route for me, I have to take the scenic way in to the urban sprawl. Which is quite nice but a longer drive, more miles and time. The morning was dewey, so the farm grass smelled nice...amazing how sometimes even equine and bovine piss doesn't stench off all that bad. High clouds with the Sun's intrepid photons busting through whispy gaps. Inspiring on a totally natural basis. The night skies have been big for the last few days, autumnal atmosphere seems to give a good showing of stars...again a sense of awe even with trace surface light pollution.

These types of circumstances just drive home in my rationing that nature is absolutely wonderful. A sense of inspiration and awe does not need to stem from an imaginary consoling father figure...as a matter of lack of evidence it surely does not. No need to close your eyes and wish really hard, that talking to yourself makes things turn out better. Not even finger crossing or tossing salt over your shoulder can change anything. Humanity can change, can indeed make things better. If not, then nature moves on regardless. There is so much beauty that most take for granted. The cosmos is nearly incomprehensively fantastic, a mystery that defies and requires no supernatural explanation. Music, night sky, sunlight, clouds, a painting, a hug, smell of grass and rain, might sound like a wishy-washy-hippy to admittedly fully appreciate such things, but they are there to be experienced, and are tangibly real.

-A