Like a stone in the river, we are shaped by the current of nature, the Way things are–the How of all nature.  The path of the Force.  We want the Force to be with us, and pray for the Presence to be within and near us.  But each season gently–or not so gently–will mold us like soft clay.  Whether we bend to it or not.

Siddhartha had a righteous endeavor–to desperately journey in search of a method to alleviate all suffering, old age and death.  But there is no “answer” to those natural cycles of life.  Trees grow, stand tall, then fall.  Mountains rise up with astounding earthquaking force, then melt into the ocean.

Us little pieces of soft protoplasm go along for a brief ride.  But what a ride it is!  I buckle my seatbelt, nod to the Friend next to me (who is grinning widely), raise my arms high in the air and say, “WHEEEEEEEEE!!”