Today in the afternoon as I went for a walk, I was struck at the immense beauty of the leaves on our trees here in Vancouver. Rich yellows, oranges, and reds were glowing, demanding my attention. I couldn't ignore them.
And then it occurred to me that these leaves are on their way out. Fall has begun, and as these leaves are dying, falling off trees, they mockingly scream:
And then it occurred to me that these leaves are on their way out. Fall has begun, and as these leaves are dying, falling off trees, they mockingly scream:
"Look at us, such is our amazing design, such is our beauty, that even in our death, we're more beautiful, more stunning, than anything you could create, and more perfect than anything you could achieve."
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