why flowers pray to the sun

When you think about it all, all at once, there's no denying that it's a miracle that we are all here.

And the sheer size of it all - from how we got here to who we think we are -  laughs at all attempts to describe it with words as puny as "infinite" and "eternal," or even "God."

Religions want to call this "God," and describe it as a savior and a father, even though that God simply saved us from himself, and what he was going to do to us for failing to "love" him, and the right way at that.

Then each tries to convince you that their brand is "the official brand" of the one and only "true" God, and that all the rest are simply knock offs from third world countries (including the same ones their own always comes from).

However we got here, and whatever got us here, is at a minimum infinitely larger than all of that.

All we know for the most part is that we're living inside of a kind of solar reactor,  that works in ways that are as baffling to science as they are simple to religion, and both with an equal amount of confusion and contradiction.

Now I understand the wisdom of why flowers pray to the sun.