It is indeed a resting place for a rational mind. Things will never come as one wants, and will never be there as long as one wants, they come and go without any warning or anybody's please. No matter how good or great, or small or big, how insignifcant or how magnificent, it's all running into the same old past, where they will reside forever and yet never. Absurd as it sounds, is not without the truth.
..This is a place to realize not how tall one stands compared to one's surroundings, but to appreciate and acknowledge with complacency the incredible meaning of meaninglessness; to understand how elegent are things made not from intelligent design but by evolution, a lackluster, infinte progress of intermediates, towards its own infinity.
Nature (or whatever you call it) talks though her endless silence. We just have to get down to her, to hear her majesty. What she has to offer must be enjoyed without the greed for persistency or permanency, for, what is a gift is a gift, no matter how transient it is. We have to learn to understand nothing belongs to us, they never did and never will; that we could taste that once already demands a life time of gratitude (for which we live), and asking for that again or demanding it forever is as blatant as a parasite's glory.
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