“Why is there air?” — Bill Cosby.
As the number of candles on the top of our birthday cakes tend to increase and our hairline and fields of vision begins to decrease we begin to ask deeper questions about reality. When we were young children we eagerly ran through the mounds of colorful newly fallen leaves that neighbors has raked up. No one seemed to question the fact that a dying leaf could be so animated and filled with life. It is no coincidence that such things happen. Nature in its own mysterious way is showing us that death is not the ending but the beginning. Nature celebrates the death of its own with splashes of bright color and gaiety. — gc
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