"The real trick to life is not to be in the know, but to be in the mystery."
-Fred Alan Wolf
20 March 2017
Nature, the things we associate with and use, are
provisional and perishable; but, so long as we are here, they are our
possession and our friendship; sharers in our trouble and gladness, just as
they have been the confidants of our ancestors. Therefore, not only must all
that is here not be vilified or degraded, but, just because of that very
provisionality they share with us, all these appearances and things should be,
in the most fervent sense, comprehended by us and transformed. Transformed?
Yes, for our task is to stamp this provisional, perishing earth into ourselves
so deeply, so painfully and passionately, that its being may rise again,
‘invisibly’ in us. We are the bees of the invisible.