I was immediately touched as I passed the scene pictured below. The plant, small bush, or whatever it is, looked so small and frail, yet still contented, nestled there in that log.
To feel assured against the generalized threat I usually perceive as I negotiate the world has, for as long as I can remember, been at the core of my existence. Unfortunately, the sense of having a safe place from which to venture forth has for me has consistently been lacking.
Although I'm certain that it is not possible to just give up the consciousness that I have possessed for as long as I have been a human being, I must admit that there is something alluring about the crevice that this patch of green has managed to procure for itself. To my perhaps all-too-human view, it looks protected and at home. How great it must be to have that sensation consistently.
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