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  • I kneel down in the soil. There are twelve rows of summer squash ahead of me. They all need to be weeded. This will take me over an hour.

    One gets to know soil fairly well when farming. And like a lover, as one becomes more intimate, certain parts of their being reveals itself to you. You begin to notice things you are surprised you didn’t notice before, like that freckle on their left shoulder, the way their hair shines in the sun. You soon discover that really this being is made out of infinite tiny details. You begin to delight in all the things yet to be revealed to you.

    As in the soil. The way how it can change completely from one meter to the next. The kinds of weeds, the ratio of clay to sand, the scent, the texture, the colour, the moisture content.

    You begin to realize that this entity you call the soil is really a vast land with many different personalities, connected as a community is connected but with characteristics that change drastically.

    Microclimates. I wonder where else they can be found?

    The face. How the expression is made out of littler expressions. The sparkle or dullness in the eye, the upward or downward curve of the mouth, the wrinkle of the nose, the tilt of the chin, the brow. Each with a distinct personality yet somehow connected to this thing we call a face.

    Or perhaps the map of the inner body, the emotions. The many climates that are hiding within skin. It is a rare thing to find a human being that is feeling only one thing, thinking only one thought. Most of the time we are filled with multitudes, teeming with lists, feelings, thoughts, daydreams. I wonder if we could peel back the thin layer of flesh? What would we find dancing within?
    Would we find clouds? Weather patterns shifting across vast expanses of bone? Would we find some happiness stored in the elbow? A bit of nerves in the gut? A contentment in the knees?

    Community. A community is often bound together by similarity, sharing certain ideals or cultural values. And yet when one breaks a community down to it’s individual parts, one finds a healthy diversity. No one is the same, in fact everyone is very different. What connects us really is our humaneness: our ability to tolerate differences.

    A country. A big block of a thing with a flag and a line drawn on a map. Sometimes a charter, a religion, a mandate, an army. But really a huge mass of teeming humans all lumped together and given a passport. What is the face of a country? Which face are you going to choose?

    The Earth itself is a microclimate according to the Universe. We have trained our telescopes to see out to the farthest reaches of space. We can even make hypothesis’ about the farthest places, where the Universe may be expanding at a rate we can hardly imagine. We have looked around and from what we have found Earth is a very special microclimate indeed, one that has been able to support human life.

    Yet it is only one. Perhaps the Earth is the mouth on the face of God. Perhaps there are planets out there that are the eyes, the ears, the nose...

    Perhaps our beautiful, amazing Earth-climate is but one of infinite special climates, circling, expanding, growing, but all connected.

    Like how every particle in the soil, no matter how different, still has the capacity to support life, still belongs to this thing we call the soil, we too can both revel in our uniqueness and belong to something infinitely greater than ourselves.
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