As I read them something is happening inside me that I don't quite understand. It feels important, like I am about to comprehend something brand new.
This new thing seems to be about understanding at a deeper level the context within which I live. The context of my planet in space; of my species in the evolution of life; of my context in the grand scheme of time.
And what seems to be flowing from this understanding is a new sense of purpose, and of love for the life I have, the life that is all around me, and the universe that holds it all in place.
I have wondered recently if I truely love; if I can love again. Somehow through reading books of science I am becoming more spiritual, more loving.