Picking up a smooth gray stone, I wonder how old it is. How many elements does it contain? Einstein said its energy is its mass times the speed of light squared. Then are we the same or different? I throw it as far as I can off the top of the mountain.
Thinking: different.
No thinking: no difference.
Nature is the real genius of us all.
If we can be as quiet as the stone, as flowing as the river, as big as the sky, and fertile as the earth, like nature, we can be geniuses too.
— Jane Dobisz, One Hundred Days of Solitude