Good Evening, God
One thing that struck me in reading The One Straw Revolution was how Masanobu Fukuoka believed that Nature knows what she is doing. How, if we get out of Nature’s way she will rebalance and heal. Indeed, God, he often said that Nature is God and God is Nature. As You seem to be built into the very fabric of Everything . . . I can dimly sense what he meant.
Another idea was that Nature’s complexity can look “random” to us. Mr. Fukuoka seemed almost to laugh at the neatness and tidiness of industrial farming. He shared that that someone told him they had tried the straw covering but it failed. He investigated. And he found that they had placed the straw in an orderly sequence — neatly laying it down in touching rows. He however had strewn his straw, thus leaving room for sprouting, etc.
I just gave a happy sigh. Having been raised in the mechanical era I got the idea that “orderly” was the way things were to be. A place for everything and everything in its place. So there was something freeing . . . liberating even . . . in realizing that a certain amount of “random” is useful.
Actually, God, I am persuaded that “random” is part of a super complex reality. I have noticed that often odd and seemingly unrelated bits of information come together in a pattern as I finally “connect the dots.”