If you live far from the city, in a place where only the sights and sounds of nature form the passage of time, you become human again. The pretensions of modernity fall from your skin, your mind is at peace.
The dirt over which which you so laboriously toil to provide most all your food, is both the giver of live and your last bed of repose.
The transition is transparent. With each step you see your life and feel your death as molecules everywhere fall to the soil.
giver of “life”
You must be fun at parties.
Beautiful words.
You’ve discovered what’s magical about life... thanks for sharing.