We Belong to a Mystery
We belong to a mystery that does not belong to us, yet it is freely granted, everywhere and all the time. We distance ourselves, we fail to see, but the mystery does not fail us. It spirals through the molecules of our own DNA, through the shells of snails and the chambered nautilus, through the twisting grain of junipers and the great spinning storms and the spiral arms of the Milky Way, and so joins itself to the infinite from which it arose.
© 2002 by John Daniel
Excerpt from Winter Creek: One Writer’s Natural History, published by Milkweed Editions