Learning fom Nature

"…For routine is man’s art of copying the art of Nature.  In Nature all is routine.  The seasons follow one another in sacred order; the seed ripens, the leaf expands, the blossom and the fruit follow, and then comes the fall. 

   Routine is the rhythm of the universe.  By routine the harvests are reaped, by routine the tides rise and ebb; by routine the constellations march in their sublime order across the sky.  The feel of routine is the feel of the mystery of creation.  In the uttermost abysses of life it holds sway. Beautiful and tragic is its systole and diastole.  Without routine there can be no happiness; for there can be no endurance, no expectation, no security, no peace, no old or new, no past or future, no memory and no hope."

 (John Cowper Powys, The Philosophy of Solitude)