This illustration of the seasonal migration of birds fills me with joy. Better than any church or meditation or prayer. It is, for me, a prayer like the buddhist Heart Sutra. I even say the Heart Sutra while watching it. It is completion of cycle. It is life. I feel the same way about the life cycles of lobster, the humble bottom feeding tourist food, and of frogs who die by the thousands for each that reaches adulthood, and of the turning of the seasons and planet. There is no simpler way for me to feel the divine.