I saw them doing the landcare work where the apple orchard had been extirpated decades earlier when the markets failed.
Came back years later and saw a forest growing there.
I could still visualize the coloured hats of the volunteers from that time stooped in the sun fitting plant guards where now was an untidy landscape typical of the manna gums, the tall white barked trees that shed bark in rusty curling straps that drape from forks toward the ground, then further down get caught in wattle and blackwood or finally litter the tussock grass where I was stepping if they make it that far.
I was breaking the fallen strips of bark as I made my path among the spider webs that caught the filtered sun when something occurred to me.
If I had not been an eyewitness on that distant day when I saw the workers in the sun, would I not believe I was standing here in virgin bushland?
You would think this forest had been here forever in a wild and natural balance unless you happened to have the ‘privileged’ knowledge of an eyewitness like myself.
This particular forest had been created piece by piece following a plan then watered and nurtured till it was established and was fit to continue unsupervised.
How would any poor soul tell the difference now from what was in front of them?
So here were the competing models of the universe.
Physicists as eyewitness know enough to tell, if they surpass intellectual cowardice and no longer squib this vital truth that they know, that our universe also was carefully conceived and tended at its beginning.
Who will be brave enough to tell the history of this our widest landscape knowing it is the key to the true nature of reality?