The is no boundary between the "human world" and the "natural world", they are one and the same. Humans are natural, are part of nature, therefore anything we do is a natural occurrence. A car is no less natural than a tree. A city is built from nothing that did not come from the Earth. All we build and do is in nature, is of nature, is part of nature.

Look at the city. It is alive. It is a breathing thing and it is not just a human place. A host of animals make it their home. As I walk around Boston, I see the geese and the squirrels and the raccoons and the skunks. They are all part of the living city.

Look at the pigeon. Pigeons are type of dove and they are things of beauty. We are blessed by the Universe to have our cities filled with doves. How could that wonderment not make one smile?

How can one look upon a city and think it is solely the work of humans? Where has the ore come from for the steel? Humans could not create anything, we do not have the power of creation, we can only use, modify, and adapt that what is provided for us. The Universe is the only thing that has the power to provide for us.

It is in its glory enough for us to look on and give thanks to simply have been allowed to glimpse upon it. Look upon the vastness a sunset, the complexity of a simple grain of corn, the towering skyline of a great city. They are all the All. To truly look upon such greatness, one is humbled. Not humbled because of fear of some token God, some vengeful idol. Humbled because at the site of the All there can be no other response.

The immenseness and greatness and wonderment of the Universe is so grand that it is a blessing just to be a very small part of it. It is a blessing to look upon any piece and know that that piece was meant for you to see. That that glory was meant for you, in your own small part, to be witness to.

God is not some thing watching from the sky. God is the sky and the dust and the road and the grain. God is All and All is God.

I obsess about little things far too much. I need to be looking at the big picture everyday, but I have not been. I have focused on the small things and ignored the All that is Everywhere. I have ignored the Amazing that has been right before my eyes if I were only to open them.

I have beaten myself down before others. I humbled myself to too many people. I have always felt that I am less. It is true that I am different, but in that I am no less and no more than any other person. I am one of the small in the light of the Big. I need to humble myself to only that which is ought to be humbled to.

I will pray and try to remember my place in the Universe, my place as one of the small. I am as one brick in a great building. I have not felt myself worthy of being part of that great building. But, we are all worthy and all have been chosen to be part of It. No brick is unimportant. Without any one brick the building would be incomplete, but without the building there are no bricks.