Sunday, 14 June 2009
Into the Wind
The wind blows. All nature can but respond and go with it. Except that there is one plant, stubborn, straining itself to the utmost, trying not to yield, to purposely go against this windy grain. Why? What could be worth so much dreadful effort? What kind of truth does it think it is asserting? The truth of itself? What kind of truth is that?