I don't think anyone can.
The universe has it's own music.
We can barely understand some of the questions to ask it.
Whenever we try to change nature, we make a hash of it.
When we try to contain it, it escapes.
Events pass too slowly, or too quickly for us.
We struggle to breathe, or we fly effortlessly.
One day strong, the next weak and vulnerable.
We see it all with perfect clarity, then the fog rolls in.
When we are wise, we are moderate & tolerant, alert and curious.
Flittermouse. A bat (cp. Ger. Fledermaus). An earlier name was flinder mouse.
Then came... the flyndermows and the wezel and ther cam moo than xx whiche wolde not have comen yf the foxe had loste the feeld. --CAXTON: Reynard the Fox, xli.
Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable, 1963. p. 366.
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I wish the fog wouldnt roll in quite so often!
Whenever I try to change nature (I call it gardening), nature tends to win.
I think I'm going to fill my back yard with a mix of maple trees; they require very little tending as they grow naturally here.
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