What is wondrous about nature is that it explains itself; and the more it explains itself, the more mysterious it becomes.

Each thing says, “I do this because I am this way.” As though each were its own being, guided by its own design.

Until a pattern emerges, and a greater pattern, and yet greater, until a wondrous wholeness emerges in which there are no things. There is only one.

Nature reveals its oneness through the art of concealment.