17.07.XXXX
My Love
We have arrived. But
this is not the end of our journey. It is the beginning.
The majestic mountains
that tower above us awe and humble the human spirit. The clear blue
lakes that stretch out before us, fed by pristine streams tumbling
out of the eternal ice, invigorate our tired minds. The lush green
invites us to breath freely. And once more we realize that ours is a
futile struggle. No matter how grand our buildings, how advanced our
civilization or how rich our culture, never shall we match the
sublime grandeur of nature.
Having come to
understand this, we do not despair. On the contrary, we rejoice at
being a part of it, for it is the greatest of all undertakings
(please do excuse this poor wording, for the rain forced us to set up
our tent post-haste, and made me loose my train of thought).
Indeed, the unmatched
splendor of nature can even make us forget how deadly, how without
mercy the wilderness is. But even the uncanny violence and fierce
destruction it contains do not mar its beauty. On the contrary.
In nature, there is no
evil. Everything struggles. That is the definition of life. The fight
for survival knows no quarter, and it needs no quarter. There is no
malice in those who struggle to survive. Only in those who struggle
to enrich themselves. Thus only in humans do you find true evil. And
only in humans can you find true good. For nature does not care
either way. She just goes on, unbothered, as she always has, and
always will.
But then, what is the
meaning of our lives, of our believes ? I do not know, my Love. I
cannot fathom our purpose. But I do know this, my Love : So long as
you are in my life, it shall have meaning.
W.
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