There are so many stories out there, in here.  Stories about religion, god, purpose of life, reason for living, why we cry, what is love, etc.  You’ve got to appreciate Battlestar Gallactica with their intricate and twisted philosophies getting the heart and mind searching and researching.

I find that nature is so much more reliable.  Seasons upon seasons declare an elegant recycling of soul.  The birds that tease dawn up over the dark hills dance with their song to a bright new day.  Spring flowers bursted blooms droop in freezing frost, and drink it up by midday.  Death is just a pause and a laugh.  The soil sprouts and bursts with life.  Plants eat sunlight, animals eat the green, humans eat animals.  And we all rest easy in the soft soil of Gaia at the end of the day.

This soothes my heart, and opens my silly busy mind to that brilliant stillness of grace.