beauty beauty all around

It's hard not to believe in god after this train to Bergen. I read bits of a book yesterday by some rabbi, suggesting that standing in awe in front of nature is just one expression of believing in god. If this is true, I am putting on a shtreimel right now. I am sitting here looking out the window, and I don't think I have ever seen so much beauty in such a short time. Some rocks are green. Why the hell are they green? And I'm not cold. So why is there snow on the mountains? And what is a Forrest doing next to a river, next to a mountain, and a step away from the clouds? What is this place? Now there are yellow rocks. Why yellow? Some mountains disappear in the mist, which is becoming sky, and is probably going straight to heaven. What are we doing here?