the eons spread out behind you,
culminating in this, here, right now.
This is not the trajectory of just my life,
but that of all lives, all breezes, all seasons,
so that I may sit, here, alone,
waiting for the rain.
A failure to see connections is really the largest culprit. Science is not a necessary component of this. Science has and continues to expand human understanding on certain levels, but not all. There is much room for the development of a custodial relationship with the world. When the World becomes as a sacred artifact to be cherished, preserved, and handled with the utmost care…less it break to pieces, turn to sand and dust.