Musings of the Reverend Meduri and Dr. Jackass
I am sitting and listening to the gentle song of wind through the trees behind my room. It's a song that has been sung for eons. It is sung with or without me, with or without humans. It's tempo and metre have all been played before in some form, billions of times. The trees need not feed upon the lifeforce of another being to survive, they are the fortunate pacifists of Nature. They possess some quality of the divine. Constantly standing above all of Nature. Providing shelter and food for the small and weak. Absorbing and dispensing life into the air.
That is what I should aspire to be. There can be no greater honor to protect those below you, but not at the expense of another.
The ballad of a distant friend I hear, and it's call I do heed.