These are questions better left unanswered.
It’s an acceptance of not obtaining even an inkling–in the grand scheme of creation–of the why? or how?..
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How do you think this world is still full of mystery?
The riparian hand reaches out and points to its habitat; a corner of the world that it knows, touches. The vines crawl up the trees and twirl down to the branches and soil below as if they, the vines, are slowly strengthening the bond that this whole river jungle shares.
Perhaps it is a balancing act. A literal portrayal of cyclical connection. Growth is nonlinear in these pockets of untamed. But it is undeniable in every way.
It is all a patchwork of birth, decay, and rebirth that coexists. Some battling, some helping, some.. merely breathing. These mysteries are a kept secret. As they should be.
And that is the beauty of it all.
Lovely man 😍