Nature urges us to slow. To temper our thoughts to a motion not dictated by the fluttering pulse of humanity. To listen and be still without asking for more. Without seeking service from that which was never ours to command. We are anxious beings, quickened by the knowledge of our temporality. But time, time is a human concept. Invented to assign value to each measured moment. But if we slow ourselves, we experience more than could ever be measured. The eternity between each breath. The unquantifiable value of existence