In the quiet weave of the cosmos, we drift like leaves on an endless breeze— hands extended, touching light, sound, and time, yet never seizing the current of fate.
Beneath a canopy of indifferent stars, our whispers scatter like seeds in wild fields; each soft murmur and subtle gesture etches a quiet ripple across the infinite.
In the tender blush of morning’s first light, our hopes, fragile as dewdrops, unite— a patchwork of dreams, unplanned yet potent, intricately stitching the fabric of being.
We may never grasp the reins of destiny, yet every shift in our hearts, every act of kindness resonates in the silent music of the universe, reminding us that influence, though unseen, shapes the ever-unfolding story of all things.
But my question is are we the ones cause changes in life by the human made systems we create "Human Actions" rather than our unawareness of the natural earth system?.
In the quiet weave of the cosmos, we drift like leaves on an endless breeze— hands extended, touching light, sound, and time, yet never seizing the current of fate.
Beneath a canopy of indifferent stars, our whispers scatter like seeds in wild fields; each soft murmur and subtle gesture etches a quiet ripple across the infinite.
In the tender blush of morning’s first light, our hopes, fragile as dewdrops, unite— a patchwork of dreams, unplanned yet potent, intricately stitching the fabric of being.
We may never grasp the reins of destiny, yet every shift in our hearts, every act of kindness resonates in the silent music of the universe, reminding us that influence, though unseen, shapes the ever-unfolding story of all things.
Brian ..... excellent thinking! I just bought your book. Have you read The Seneca Effect by Ugo Bardi ?
But my question is are we the ones cause changes in life by the human made systems we create "Human Actions" rather than our unawareness of the natural earth system?.
This is really pattern worth thinking of.