God said feel your way fledgling,
And the lone young bird hopped off the branch, high in the tree top,
Day grew old,
And the sun sunk into a red fiery haze,
The young bird enveloped in darkness, as it sleeps through the night,
A small mammal wakes to the nighttime world,
The moon calmly nudges the creature into its nocturnal flight,
In search of food: insects,
Sight in sound, beyond that
There is so much to see in nature. Sometimes we can see a leap of faith. At night, it is hard to see. Sometimes I use my imagination (of course when we dream). Cool to think about bats, that have a different sort of sense. Flying through the night based on sonar. At some point the travels between faith and sense are intersected by instinct – impulsivity. There definitely seems to be a period of learning.
Reblogged this on macromichael and commented:
I did not hear a correction, but I could see a change needed to be made. Bats use sonar not radar, right?