Fine Structure

Sitting atop the ridge at dusk, thinking. In the untamed valley spread out before me are millions, or perhaps billions, of things, living and dead. No two of those things are the same, not down in the fine structure, or mainly even on the surface. Like snowflakes and fingerprints, each of the things that I see is an individual. Few of them are reasoning, not as we see it. Reminded then, in my mind, I look out into the world … Read on…