I walk down the street. It’s early morning and freezing cold. I pass the bakery that pulls their croissants out of the oven. My brain is still waking up, when I pass the street and almost get hit by a car. I sigh in relief. I am still here.
I am immersed in a milieu that is both natural and artificial. The air, the food, the sights, the sounds, the smell. I feed myself from this milieu. Because I am still here, I am fed, I am nourished. The quality of nourishment emerges through what is given and through what we created. I am nourished because of what is given and because of what we created. I am well. I am still here.