While taking a walk this morning I was struck once again by how beautiful the scenery around Canowindra is. It helps that we're entering summer, and the early morning is one of the most glorious times of this season (i.e. before it hits 30 degrees).
The landscape is, of course, just a random collection of trees, grass and dirt so why do I use words like 'beautiful' and 'glorious'?
It's an old argument, but it still carries weight with me. If there is no God, why does such non-sense resonate with our souls? Why does an arbitrary collection of earth and grass please us?
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
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