this piece reminded me of the way i sometimes regarded the world, maybe specifically the natrual world, as a child; that is, i felt that every piece of it was just bursting with meaning for its uniqueness. e.g. a tiny sun-speckled piece of ground under a pine, covered in needles and maybe some bugs, was sacred merely for being singular in its configuration in space and time. and the world felt so, so huge then because every bit if of it was overflowing with information. it would be impossible even in a lifetime to make it from here to the edge of town and know everything about all of it.

within the last couple years i've been occassionally trying to cultivate that sense again, but with only blips of success.