I am frequently awestruck by the sights of nature. The “entirety” of nature appears to be… incredibly perfect by design. At least it seems that way to me. The things in nature do exactly what those things are supposed to do. At exactly the right time. Left to their own accord… they would go on “being” without any help from us.

I think it is pretty magical, really. Or superior. The notion that a small seed which falls into dirt, and somehow finds water… can eventually become something as grand as a tree.

The cell for instance… which is the basic unit of life…. is a design that is amazingly intricate and elaborate. It is far more complex than any man-made technological product.

Think about it. We humans have ideas all the time time. To bring them to fruition, takes a high level of intelligence, planning and design. A car. A house. A watch.

Heck… most of us can’t even bake a cake without a recipe.

I will never, in my little human brain, understand by what means all of this came about. It is far too Gordian for me to comprehend.

Yet. Yet, yet, yet. I feel very much a part of it at times. I am thankful for this.   And for the perfect balance which can potentially exist.

What isn’t so perfect, is when I am running and playing with the dog, and I don’t see that big tree standing there. Not until it is much too late.

I can tell you what bark looks like.
I can tell you what bark sounds like, as I am lying flat on my back… and the dog barks in astonishment at the force with which a human can run into a tree.

Ahhh… the beauty of nature.

“If the world was perfect, it wouldn’t be.” – Yogi Berra