After a nice bike ride yesterday, as I just mentioned, I can't help but be excited about someday becoming part of such a scene. Looking at the tar stones in the cliff side, I was impressed to think that all of the plants and animals that had once lived in the area were now there, hanging in the sandstone, still a part of the landscape. Now, I understand that it's more likely that those life forms came from all over the place and the oil composing their current state merely seeped up to that spot, but bare with me. This year has been on of personal loss and death in the family, so my thoughts have often been on pondering those mysteries.
Back to what I'm getting at. When everything dies, it goes through a series of biological, chemical and erosive processes until, finally, its matter becomes integrated into landscape in which it fell. Our recent flurry of scientific inquiry and discovery has only affirmed the centuries old knowledge that all things are reintegrated into the whole, and that death is merely a transition. Just like the seasons, the tides and the sky, all things process forward with the great cycle, ever onward.
I hope that, someday, I get to be part of a wicked rad crystal. That would be cool.
