I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth. -Unknown
Whatever happens, happens to you, by you, through you; you are the creator, enjoyer and destroyer of all you perceive.
— Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
When new adventure comes calling, blessed are those that answer.