Just Life

When, in autumn, the wind blows leaves off the trees, the wind holds no malice. It’s just being the wind.

When in loss, we look for reasons and explanations, cause and effect, but, in fact, life is just being life. There is no algorithm for the finite. It just is.

Like a leaf.


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