wonder more

I have often been curious, mostly about how things work, or what causes them, really a very scientific sort of curiosity.

I think that to wonder is something more than curiosity. It is a singular appreciation of every perceivable facet of something. It is seeing a leaf, dripping dew and being struck that the water simply rolls off, and that it is simply, fantastically green, and that it is ALIVE, even though you can see nothing move about it, and that the veins within form a handsome pattern, and that there is light reflecting out of that dew, sharp, brilliant light, and that the dew is quite refreshing when you touch it to your tongue, and that the leaf smells woody, like trees or a lumber yard, and that it rustles almost playfully in the same breeze that causes the chill in the morning air, and most of all, it is seeing all this, and valuing it, and then doing it no harm, and moving to the next piece of the world to wonder at.

I think that wondering is to not actually be curious about something, but to be fascinated by it, every part. It is to value something for what it is, not what it could be, or how it could help you, or its worth to another.

It is, first and foremost, a strong desire to experience, but not to harm.

I would like to look at everything in that way, to experience it with each of my senses, to value the beauty of house spiders, or to relive again and again, the joy of cheap water guns.

I think that it is lost on us as we grow up. But I do not think it is wrong that we should leave it. I just see that it is also important to return.