not mine but a good friend
the power of nature, its cyclical recurrence and majestic is something that has always upset me. I know what I say may piss a lot but I am more firmly convinced that the true name of God is nature and vice versa. Understood as a force that envelops our world, that governs it and allows it to regenerate. I believe that man has conceived the concept of divinity at the very moment in which he understood to be a small point, as nothing in comparison to the "whole" end around it and dominates it and then had to create a master to beg for aid, had to rationalize its existence and give it a purpose. He wanted to write the hierarchy of existence. When nature is bigger, majestic and powerful it may be, man does not need to occur, there before us and there after, in various forms.
The dolomites .. how much rock shaped by time and the atmosphere, how many things they saw and still see, even those small little creatures that move like lightning on their slopes, summer and winter closed in leather suit stroking the snow.
a cascata.acqua down for thousands of years every day, every night, immutable, that I am here to see it or that it is home, she will drop the water flow downstream for bringing life back then, in an infinite loop. Ghiaccerà winter, spring return to flow and flourish in her life.
I watch the clouds that are becoming more and more threatening in front of me, bathe me again and I think we are nothing. E 'water. Oxygen blended with hydrogen as fuel and dynamite to say that if they are there, are safe and I slipped on. And take my life. I hear the thunder deafened me, and I fell silent again. The flowers will bloom anyway.
We're just a step, perhaps an illness, a small second in eternity and not accept this surrender to me, is just an awareness. Because there is nothing to fight, there is nothing to defend. We are the children who rebel against their parents and we will be forced to bear him out.
photosynthesis. Absorb a toxic substance and then convert it into solar energy is essential to life .. is a terrifying force. Shit, not even the mad scientist would ever could think such a thing. The magic called love which point the companion of a lifetime, as explained .. The beat of our hearts, just before going on for two months since our conception and accompanies us to the end of our life cycle. here, in this I see nature, I see the face of God
think about it when you see a landscape of pure, pure you mean to some pristine beach, a valley of the mountains, places where the signs of ' Man does not exist or at least are not visible. Here, focalizzateli and imagine them in your mind. You see this valley, green, there in front of him and goes up to the surrounding peaks. Feel the fresh air that opens the lungs, flowers and we move up the grass, slightly stirred by the wind. The sun warms the skin and the light breeze lulls you, like gentle caresses invisible. Now look around .. This has always been there, this will always be there. You're enjoying, feel the taste of nature? That is all.
Stop, turn off the bike and watch the world. Not with his eyes, his heart. This is the sense of a journey in motion. All roads paths with the perfumes that fit into the helmet, the first of pines, then flowers, the smell of the sea that fills the nostrils and is calling on the shore. This can not feel locked in the cockpit of a car, you can only imagine.
I believe God has a motorcycle.
Thanks Ale
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