One has to wonder on occassion about how fragile the world is. How minute things survive in abusive environments. The cycle of life. Survival of the fittest. Instincts. Balance of nature. Babies born half term. Centurians in primitive countries. A single object left untouched in the middle of a tornado ravaged community. Is there a master plan? A destiny for each of us. Does our number really "come up"? Is there really no such thing as an accident? The questions keep rolling into my thoughts. Nearly escaping death. Waking from a coma when there was no chance of recovery. Tumor found one day & gone weeks later. Healers. Psychics. Miracle workers. ALL of this started flooding my brain when we found a tiny bird that must have fallen from a nest in the rain gutter. So small, it would never have survived the fall. So fragile.
I ponder on things such as these.
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