An inscrutable locus of plants mines into them, and churns up the obscured mysteries there. It brings them to light. Ingesting the fruits produced, we ponder them.
I don't know that we can ever understand life except by simply living. Being mindful of the elaborate workings of our bodies, and our harmonious relation to the soil and air, we see that we have understood life all along; that our bodies have grasped it perfectly. It doesn't need to be expressed in words. The land has its own logos; it surges, turns, and folds into the depths. It seeps and blasts into the light.
We have seen the wild beasts around us, unconscious and enlightened. We are no different from the outside.
