Redwoods and cheetahs

Sometimes we get used to things the way they are and like them that way. Forgetting or not realizing that infinity is here, now, we live as a child might who knows only the tiny plot of the globe he calls his backyard.

The child treasures his yard: the maple tree, the oriole's nest, the swing, the big German shepherd. But when the child tells us that his maple tree is the tallest in the world or that his dog is the fastest thing on four legs, we know better. We may then try to tell him of redwoods and cheetahs.

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