So when the trees grow right out of the rocks--right out of them!--in Maine, don’t be surprised. Don’t be surprised at witnessing the birth of land, because that is what you are doing when you visit the rocky shores of Maine. That is how it happened at some point everywhere on Earth. What? Didn’t you know that? Didn’t you know how land--how Earth--is formed? The birth of a deciduous forest rolls in ecstasy at your feet. Have the sense to be humble.
The plant life grows, it dies, it sheds, and it decomposes. It is in the decomposition where you will find the stuff of magic. It is in the decomposition where you will find the telltale signs of the Great Alchemist. The sight, the sense, the dampness . . . of the passing of She who changes. And then new things grow from the death of the old, feeding and regenerating and in turn dying and decomposing. The cycle continues on and on, and layer by layer the Earth grows, inch by inch she swells. The land is born. And that’s how it happens.
But . . . but . . . but . . . before there were any layers in which to grow, how did the first things grow? Laughter. Can you hear the laughter? I hear the Great Alchemist laughing as we are caught in the quagmire of logic. Transmutation she whispers . . .
|The Earth as she forms.|