Everything fades.  Nothing Stays.

Why then do I worry about my ways?

What drives me to think?

To feel?

To care?

What is it within my being that screams, "Meaning!" when everyone else around me shouts, "Meaningless!"

What is it about the stars that makes them so beautiful and majestic?

What about the night sky so captivates the human eye?

Where is the beauty in the trees, the grass, the fields, and the leaves?

What is it in the imperfection that somehow screams, "Perfection!"

No single snowflake like another, yet we continuously try to copy each other.

There is a message hidden in the world we live in.

It is written in the hearts and minds of men

Carved in the stones of the earth

Engraved in the trees of the forests

Splayed across the grass of the fields

and painted in the sunsets, sunrises, and moonlit skies.

It is sung by the birds of the sky

Brayed by donkeys in the pasture

Roared by the lions of africa

and howled by monkeys in the jungle

It rumbles in the deep of the ocean

Whispers in the winds of the tundra

and bellows from the tops of the highest mountains

It is thunder

It is lightning

It is the driving rain

It is the calm after the storm

It is every moving, living, breathing, sighing, crying, lying, weeping, wailing, inhaling, exhaling, flailing, waving, craving, growing, slowing, dying, trying thing on this little spherical home

It resonates from mountain top to mountain top

ocean to ocean

shore to shore

and sea to shining sea

It is the song inside us that persistently sings, "meaning!"

It is the one thing that stays when all else fades

It is the voice that whispers, "Child, you are loved"