Reflections

I am not a spiritual person, but if you insist that I have a soul, I will, in turn, insist that it resonates not to the metronome of some higher power, but instead to the cacophonous rhythm of nature. The mountains are my cathedrals, the trees my minarets, the snow my holy water, the desert rocks my altars. The appreciation of natural beauty is not some conceit constructed by the human mind, but the inescapable result of our origin; proof that we do not stand separate, but are an integral part of the natural world.