When you gaze out on a quiet, peaceful meadow, next to a still pond, under a motionless blue sky, you wonder how the noisy, busy cacophony of life could have arisen from such silent, motionless beginning.

We are always seeking it, never finding it.

The meaning of life is more than a definition of life.

Life  doesn't  happen  suddenly.  It fades  in.

One reason that we find the emergence of life surprising is that we don't really see much of it. . . We are like Horton the elephant, too large to hear the Whos.