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I sit here and wonder, I sit here and ponder, I ponder about pondering, I ponder about wondering. Why does anything matter? It matters because it exists and it exists so it can matter. Why does that tree not ponder its existence? Is it because it knows its place, or is it because it is to busy pondering my existence? The tree speaks and I listen…It exists because of Love. It matters because Love matters. The tree thanked me for hearing its voice, for taking the time to feel its life force flow through my soul. I now thank the tree for its guidance and willingness to continue to grow in a world that takes for granted its infinite wisdom. I also apologize to the tree on behalf of all humanity for the atrocities committed every second of everyday to him and every member of his family worldwide. I wish him well on hiss journey. A couple stop for a moment to admire the man made stream that meanders through a patch of nature saved from the fate of its surroundings, a death by “civilization.” Now a small child follows her mother besides the stream, they both pause to pat the stone frog that sits atop a large flat rock. The child jumps with uncontrolled excitement. The child once again follows her mother but now hopping along as you would imagine the Easter Bunny doing on Easter, feverishly trying to find enough hiding places for all his precious eggs.