For most of a man’s ordinary life, time seems to suggest no urgency in finding a way to make change happen, or progression to stir itself around in a whirlwind of hope and happiness.  Sometimes for a human being to discover truth in an unrealized matter, a change of thinking must occur first in order for action to occur in life.  I was driving down the road on an autumn day and discovered, upon arriving at a wobbling stop sign, a pile of leaves being stirred up.  I watched for a few moments as the wind began to pick up these leaves with such vigor as this invisible force was made known to the world through the appearance of a whirlwind of tortured dead leaves that had already been through the cycle of life and had fallen to the ground to decompose into the earth.  These dead leaves were brought back to life by an outer circumstance that shaped the response of what was once inside.  As with any other special experience, it leaves one realizing they were dead, but now alive.