I have written previously of the thrill of seeing an endangered species in the wild. There is something incredibly reassuring to actually watch nature still in action in this world; it’s a sign of hope. (Hope that Rhino doesn’t smell me …
But the seers who meditated in communion with the dreams of the Gods knew of the existence of the healing song of the Universe and so arranged for one of the greatest sages to be reborn so that he could go to heaven and appeal to the God of Heaven …
Two kangaroos met the front of the Greyhound during the night with a resounding BUMP. I covered my eyes and whispered a prayer for a better rebirth for them and prayed like HELL that we didn’t meet a cow along the road.
