The Universe as an Infinite Storm of Beauty

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January 31, 2019

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The Universe as an Infinite Storm of Beauty

When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.

- John Muir -

The Universe as an Infinite Storm of Beauty

Taking a walk in a quiet woods, gazing up into the night sky, or even walking in a crowd in a large city somewhere in the world, we may find ourselves having transcendent moments along with John Muir. These moments awaken us to our place within the universe at the same time that they disorient us as we realize how small we are. In this piece, writer Maria Popova helps us to see through John Muir's eyes that our smallness is what connects us so universally to everything else that is. In being humbled, no longer do we get lost in the illusion that humans dominate creation. With Muir as our guide, we can realize that we are joined to everything else in creation. { read more }

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As a meditation, ponder an object and follow the trail back to see how it is connected to everything else that is.


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