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The complexity of a single blade of grass is a source of amazement. Walking mindfully through a single forest is a stroll through paradise. Everywhere life abounds, creepies crawl, birds sing, bees hum in chorus, the sun shines through trees which reach skyward competing for light, diamonds dance on a lake, through the trees a golden glow of sunset stretches along the horizon, on the ground frogs are mistaken for leaves until they leap away at our approach. And we are casual witnesses to all of this. Tonight is a darkening blue, a succession of shades, an occasional star appearing until finally the sky above is a twinkling canopy. Even then what can be seen with the unaided eye is but a fraction of the known universe. Before dawn the world outside is alive with sound as birds wake to greet another new day. All this is miracle enough for me. The idea that its creator is knowable - or separate - makes as little sense to me as the notion that this marvel is the product of blind chance. I walk comfortably with Deists, Theists, Pantheists, Atheists, Agnostics as they practice their various isms. Difference lies in the definition. Awe and wonder unite all who have ears to hear, eyes to see and hearts to ponder.
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