Autumn

Art imitates life.......art is an impression of the natural world......art can never surpass nature....art is reverence to life and the world in which we live. I do seriously think of art and that which can be created by another person; his ability to recreate or give an impression of the thoughts and ideas formed within his mind. While I've no such talent for doing so, I can admire and envy the beauty created by the human mind and hand. However, when I gaze upon this natural world, the human form, the heavens.....my admiration turns to awe.

We enter the season when nature sheds its glory in preparation for a temporary sleep and eventually a reawakening and, with each passage of the four seasons, our world is renewed and strengthened despite our best efforts to destroy it with our inhabitance and disregard of it. Regardless of my personal feelings on religion, it is when I view the magnificence and intricacies of this natural world that I accept that there is something much larger than myself and all of us. It is then that I lift my eyes and send my thanks to the God who must surely exist. As with all science, trace back as far as you will and when you get to that minute speck of matter from which all is believed to have originated no-one can explain where that first piece of matter came from.

With the intelligence afforded us, we can create, we can attempt to duplicate, but we can never succeed in doing what has already been done for us, given us, and regardless of how we attempt to explain it away, there is more to this universe than we will ever be able to fathom. It is in knowing this that we learn acceptance that we are limited in our abilities to become omnipotent but that there must surely be one who is. We may clone, we may graft, we may cross-breed, we may assist nature, but will we ever be able to create life? Take things down to their individual cells, can we create a cell? Can we create a nucleus full of information that will make each plant, person, animal unique? Thus far, regardless of the marvels of science, I've yet to see one scientist start from scratch, taking absolutely nothing and creating something from it. Even within nature, if something is regenerated, it does so from the remaining cells......like the tail of a lizard.

Okay, so I'm being weird today and my mind is going from one thought to another in rapid succession. I apologize for taking you along with me and shall let you off the ride to continue alone. To me, Autumn is the season of death much as Spring is a season of rebirth. There is necessity to the cycle that I understand and accept even as I admire the indescribable beauty and wonder within each season. Each leaf so green and vibrantly alive will succumb to the call of nature to wither and die to make room for another and yet, in doing so, will offer to us facets of itself kept secret until now. From beginning to end, there was a predestined path for it and never did it deviate from that path. Nature, while intricate, is simple. Everything that is necessary is contained within each cell. Why is it that the most multi-celled and advanced component of this natural world, man, insists on making things so difficult for himself? We'd do well to get back into touch with the rest of the natural world and become one with it. So much of human life is tied closely to natural cycles and events and yet we no longer recognize them for what they are. Do you howl at the full moon? : )

I hope you all have a safe entry into Winter and that you can stop to appreciate the beauty in each fallen leaf and every ice crystal. Love and hugs to all. It is truly a beautiful day.