- Expedition: Dec 1-6, 2000
- Reseda and Tokay High Schools
- Hite's Cove
To be a Giant Sequoia...
To be a huge tree. To feel the sun so close...to feel mighty, a tree among trees to hear the quiet. To not move. To not have to worry. To not worry. Animals would use my shade- they would love me, but respect me, because of my size and strength. I could be strong and cold on the inside, but soft and warm on the outside. Yup.
I'm finally here...
I'm sitting on a semicircular object that sort of looks like a huge horseshoe sticking out of one side of this hill. In front of me, nature displays her splendor like a shy, first time lover. Heh heh. The creek flows its sweet song, airplane fly overhead- cool. We just got here with the hike- I feel good- comfortable. I can tell because my jokes actually make sense. The hike was an adventure. It was disappointing that I couldn't stop to look for very long, but now I can. At first I was a little unsure about doing this (hike) but it was great. I learned that sometimes the plainest food tastes great- if you want it bad enough. I like having my space during the hike- I had time to think.
Diversity. So much. So overwhelmingly different. Nothing is exactly the same. In nature, that's important because things in nature compliment each other. If everything is linked, everything hitched to something else, nothing can be exactly the same- it would be like two like ends of a magnet. I don't really know if there's a reason for things being diverse though- I mean, if every rock was the exact same size, shape, texture, composition, and color, what would be the harm? I just think that nature is random- that's nature's way.
Just a thought though, if there are laws that govern nature, that make things happen the way they do, then what created those? Was it another random act? When did these laws begin? I think I understand why Physicists think the way they do. They see through the world's reality into a more real reality.
It's ok thinking... leaves like a soft carpet under me- cradling me. The trees above peer back curiously, and reach for the sun. The stones, boulders really, like the ruins of an ancient civilization, once alive and vibrant, now cool and peaceful, covered with lichen.