The world exists in a continuum, from past to present and beyond.

My roots are plunged into the past, into the land, into the flesh, into the blood and into the soul.

So many have come before me, be them people, great beasts or ancient trees, their marks shaping the soil where my roots ground themselves.

I want my roots to be blood vessels, to touch and connect to all those to came before.

Knowledge leads to love, and my love for those who came before is sparked whenever I see their handiwork.

Every animal, every culture, I want to understand, to feel deeply that continuum between past and present, between the world and myself.

Is this spirituality, to revere and respect and want to be a part?

All my life I have been distracted, but craving the connection is the truth.