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The woods are lovely, dark and deep and no promise in the world is more important than they are. A chance of some respite from a mad rush. Sleep then , a peaceful slumber, forget your worries and stop running all those extra miles that lead nowhere.

What is it about the woods that attracts us ? I think it is life. Life in all its myriad forms. Forms so appealing and diverse that the mind can hardly contemplate the staggering beauty of the conglomerate. Things so complex and yet seem to be so simple. Things that defy our science and rational thinking. Confronted with so much beauty, the mind breaks into song. Peace to some and excitement to others. Fear and calmness co-exist here. This is the spring from which all our emotions flow. Some say this is merely the memory of an ancient home. I disagree. The ancient ways are long forgotten and we have strayed far from nature. Yet all our science and technology could never create things of such perfection, complexity and diversity. That is why the forests and the wild places of the earth would be so stimulating to the scientific mind. The artistic mind would be impressed by the beauty of this source of all creation. All cities are very nearly the same while the wild places are vastly different.

Fear too, is resident in the forest and perhaps that is the reason why we chose to stay together in each other’s company rather than face the unknown. When we chose to be limited by our fear, we also chose a sterile, canned environment. We still have fears but we seek happiness and joy in the unlikeliest of places. Wild places created by unknown powers and mind boggling in magnitude give way to dreary brick and mortar. We are losing the one sure way of communing with God, a way of being in touch with infinity. Who knows what hand crafted these myriad creatures. They are truly our brethren and we shed their blood so we can die under cars and trucks.

Death will not leave us, nor will fear. We are, however, bereft of wonder and beauty has fled, taking many joys with it. We can no longer see wild places and the smog of our cities shuts out the stars. We are cut-off from God’s creations and surround ourselves with things made by ourselves in an incestuous relationship. This would be a great blow to philosophy and the arts and even to science. Creativity would take a beating.

What do we want in our lives? For whom do we toil in man’s cities? We toil and work the engines that blast the lands and fill the air with smoke. This is the land of Mordor. If only we could stop this mad struggle for material gains. If only we could learn to be losers rather than continuously trying to “better our condition”. What is this better condition then? Better for a man and devastating for this world. If we could stop and rest for a while it might save this planet of God.

Set aside you fears then and step with me into this last stronghold of God. Look upon this world with a child’s eyes, glowing with wonder. This is the true world, as it was meant to be. See the plants that blow in the breeze, the birds that flit merrily and sing joyously upon their branches. You know not their names, not yet. But you do know that each one of them is special. They were all created for a special purpose and their very existence is the beauty of this world. This world is beautiful because the creatures living here make it beautiful. Or would you be so vain and even naïve as to claim that things created by man are more beautiful.

Feel then, the warm caress of God upon your back. Each one of these creatures is a blessing of God, a blessing upon this world. Be in harmony with God and keep this world a blessed place. As the hand of God is withdrawn from the land and poisons seep into its veins, nature will watch man shrivel and die.

You keep working then, while you have no future worth working for, no promise worth keeping. Leave aside this mundane existence and enter a place where every breath is a novelty. Every turn brings a new surprise. At every instance, the chance to see something new, living in harmony with this world. Feel the heartbeat of this world. Feel it, before it sputters and dies out.