In two weeks I will be about to toast my second son at his rehearsal dinner. I picture water churning over eddies, rocks, waves and hear the sound resonate. Bubbles catch rainbows and burst. How much of Nature is beyond our deepest understanding—exactly HOW CAN WE express the miraculous beauty or draw it inside ourselves? Appreciation comes with knowing what we cannot fathom. We see that Nature changes as it manages to recover itself—a small weed thriving in a concrete fissure. Leading up to the wedding I hope to have learned that we all see differently, and that I can not affect change in anyone else’s outlook toward me or the world; even when it seems I might. Each of us learns and unlearns in our own time and in our own way. Very few of us can be truly affected by listening to someone else’s point of view.