Geese fly south when the weather turns cold. To guide them, they focus on physical landmarks, such as rivers. Apparently, their bodies are sensitive to the earth’s magnetic pull.
As far as we know, the ‘we’ being humans, like every other species except us, the goose does not understand why she does what she does or how she does it.
She lacks consciousness or awareness of her existence. Instead, it’s pure, simple, and sinless.
Can she love? Can she hate? Can she change?
What a marvelous thing, awareness. It’s worth the pain of knowing that someday this I, this Me, won’t be.
Yesterday, I learned the son of a friend had turned his life around, 180 degrees.
North instead of south.
That’s not possible without knowing what went wrong—and thinking about how to make it right.
Right and wrong. It makes life so complicated.
And beautiful.
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