You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

I can make a case that the universe is unfolding as it ought. But while the case is credible, it implies a universe largely indifferent to the plight of particular trees, stars, or children.

The universe is unfolding, changing, opening. It's general direction and character seems beyond much influence. But how this change is experienced by a particular place, time, and people depends on how each of us are unfolding, changing, and opening.

Are we resisting or reflecting? Do I help or hurt? Are you neglectful or attentive? Are we creative partners in the unfolding or do we wreak havoc and destruction in opposition?