I've been so concerned with the political and ecological disasters going on, so frustrated with homo sapiens sapiens, I've forgotten why I cared so much about life (in all its expressions) in the first place and I need to remember. The joy and beauty of scientific discovery, for example. What is was like to sit in the middle of the Mojave desert in late spring and measure soil temperatures along a transect and verify a correlation between seedling growth and lower soil temperatures (seedling growth under a nurse plant).

Or just the amazing idea that every element is generated in the heart of a sun, or on and on and on, just how amazing and precious and beautiful life is.