Responsibility belongs to all, everywhere.
There may be nothing more sacred than the nature in which—and for which—we exist as sentient expressions.
Forests are cathedrals; mountains are temples; rivers are bridges of communication deeper and more elegant than we’ve yet even begun to understand.
Might it be that divinity treasures all life, all being, all cosmic wonder—and that what we call progress is merely the unfurling wavefront of a soliton-like shockwave decompression… abstract, harmonic, introspectively unbounded, logically incomplete. Like spirit? Surely, somewhere, a book has already spoken of valuing experience over money, love over gold, peace over power, and compassion over possession. If only its wisdom had been grokked.
Daedelus Kite 