An Endangered Planet May Depend On The

Miracles Happen Every Day. They Bubble Up From Their Hidden Source, Surround Us With Opportunities And Disappear.

Photons Come Out Of Nowhere, They Cannot Be Stored, They Can Barely Be Pinned Down In Time, And They Have No Home In Space Whatsoever. That Is, Light Occupies No Volume And Has No Mass. The Similarity Between A Thought And A Photon Is Very Deep. Both Are Born In A Region Beyond Space And Time Where Nature Controls All Processes In That Void Which Is Full Of Creative Intelligence.

No Single Decision You Ever Made Has Led In A Straight Line To Where You Find Yourself Now. You Peeked Down Some Roads And Took A Few Steps Before Turning Back. You Followed Some Roads That Came To A Dead End And Others That Got Lost At Too Many Intersections. Ultimately, All Roads Are Connected To All Other Roads.

We Must Go Beyond The Constant Clamor Of Ego, Beyond The Tools Of Logic And Reason, To The Still, Calm Place Within Us: The Realm Of The Soul.

There Are No Accidents... There Is Only Some Purpose That We Haven't Yet Understood.