"The peace of wild things" (Wendell Berry) is found in letting things be what they are, and not incessantly willing things to be different than they are. Life protests its surrender to life, but it recognizes inevitability when it sees it and acquiesces to the circumstances without holding grudges, planning its revenge, or endlessly bemoaning its plight through resentment and depression over eons and ages. Rivers dry up. Species go extinct. Earthquakes and volcanoes remake landscapes. And nature works with what it has to work with to make the best of what's what and that's that. Nature takes everything in stride and keeps going. Dandelions grow through asphalt. Dogwoods bend themselves out of shape reaching for the light. Nature does what it is here to do any way it can. Nature's mantra is "Here we are, now what?" Life lives in the service of life as long as life lasts, with spirit, energy and vitality all the way along the way, looking for what can be done with what is left to work with, forever rising from the ashes with heart for the work yet to be done, anyway, nevertheless, even so.