Why does so many yet few of a substance materialize in human civilization, but the very insects under a rock seem to have it all? In construction of ourselves, we forget that nature, in its wholeness, has already constructed for us a way to live life without limits on needs but desire only. Reality is really nothing more than continuos change through years. Indeed, if I was to say a type of spiritual essence is real then we must move away from human ideas on the world in front us us to the whole of nature that works in many ways.
Under the bridge exist a spiral garden made by no one. magical could describe its beholding, practical is it's place. Plants along every curve grow to the top of bridge out of an existence of meager solitude that is present in this world and spiritual counterparts. In this quiet presence is the beginning for an idea to reflect the inner spiral of growth that looks all around. How do we understand it's purpose and existence if we ourselves are not around? Does it grow on and out despite the movements in civilization? the perfect answer to rationalist mind is tht its a literal garden under bridge, but looking pass we may find the untroubled alternative to inherent problems of objective nature.