All around me, wherever I go, whatever I’m doing, it’s clear that everything is alive, awake, contemplating at a spiritual depth…
The natural world is participating in Life in ways that I’m not. I know this. I can feel it, see it, though it’s not my deep constant experience.
There are brief moments, which we’ve all felt.
But the birds and lizards, horses and cows, monkeys and dogs, crickets and bees, and the trees, flowers, and fishes live life without obstruction or interruption…
They simply live life.
In the Mystery.
Why do I not revel in it continually, as the cat does, or the redwood tree…?
What do I stop short ?
How can I live the life of that ‘other’ world?
What purpose does a cat have?
In its world what makes it useful?
Yet it arises each day with passion for life.
What then of our human created purposes?
Why not just live, as the cat and the tree do?
What is insufficient about life that humans must seek “purpose”, and “meaning”?
Is so-called “human experience” necessary to life on earth?
Is “human experience”, as we know it, even necessary to humans?
Life was already complete before humans created “difference” and “problem”.
How then to live differently?