Plants, Stones, Dirt, and Sky

Why does the sun shine? Why does part of the moon go missing and then come back again? How come every flower has its own fragrance, but the grit and pebbles on the street smell of nothing? How can a bird soar through the sky, clearly heading toward town, then without seeming to turn around end up sitting right there in the courtyard? No one told it to chirp and warble, but look at it chirping and warbling its head off. Aren’t you afraid you’ll run out of strength, little birdie? Maybe just perch on a branch and pace yourself. And how about this brick wall, thirty years old and still going strong, keeping the courtyard and the outside world separate at all times, forcing people to use the gate⁠—after all, they can hardly bust straight through it, can they? All manner and all sorts...