We are... The Morning Glories!

Perhaps what compels the cyclical 'Homosapien' entity into a pattern of impeccable routine is the implied composition in which engulfs every participant of Mother Nature. As morning glories flaunt their spectrum of petals only when the sky reaches a state of translucent crystal blue, an even more complex species inhabits a channel as well. As John Keates wrote, "Four seasons fill the measure of the year; There are seasons in the mind of man...," humans maintain a sense of homeostasis in regards to their daily physical function and mental state. It is what brings out these regularities that remains unpredictable in every soul.

Now how exactly may this 'circuit of inclination' be interpreted? Loosely or within strict boundaries? That's the beauty of said state of mind! There exists no metaphorical explanation too immaculate in which an interpretation may be based upon. Venturing into the human mind, the standardized emotions of whom classified themselves as staples include happiness, depression, anger, and fear; perhaps mirroring the seasons upon which John writes. Although some psychologists may argue that anger is not an emotion but a conscious state of mind, these quadrilateral pinpoints press forward with proving themselves legitimate. With every individual, the formation of these emotions vary (maybe one experiences anger, then depression, and so on so forth), however it is an undeniable fact of mortal law: EVERYONE GOES THROUGH THEIR OWN CYCLE OF PERTURBATION.

Going hand in hand with John Keate's statement is the collection of poems formally known as Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. Through manipulating the art of personification through nature's actions, Whitman connects Mother Nature's pattern to a whole other dimension. Whitman resided in a time of spiritual awakenings and the Enlightenment; out of which came Transcendentalism, a new approach to a lifestyle. This original method opened eyes and tapped into a more personal--more seclusive desire for well-being, a system untouched in the era. By exemplifying human acts through the course of natural environment, it seemed as though for every opinion there was proof, the raw nitty-gritty evidence for something as trivial as 'Hey! Leaves fall during autumn, perhaps I should cut my hair to coincide with change.'

Whether taking the three-dimensional approach to regarding the psyche or probing the exact rendering, it remains veracious that in the end, humans show no difference from any other life form in this dance of existence; from trees to the stars to the all the way down, rooted in the stable earth as humble morning glories exists an organic tempo--a heartbeat--so to speak, that follows us year after year.

Every breathing creature stuffed with vitality synchronizes itself with one another. "Speak to the earth, and it shall teach thee." There is no force in the act of man that holds superior to the force of nature; learn from it. After all, we are on this earth together.

good morning, glory.