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When my sister and I were about 10 and 12, for the very first time on Christmas Eve my jewish grandfather took us to a nearby mountain (via ropeway, at this point of time he was already in his early nineties) to show us that the higher you went the nearer you´d feel to god. I asked him which god he meant, because we had been raised Romish, to please my mother. He asked: Do you see any god here? Of course, I had to say no. He asked again, in his typical way, what I did see then. My answer was something like nothing but divine nature, and it must have pleased him. That´s because god is nature, he told me,and vice versa.  I think in some way my grandfather was right: nature is God´s right-hand by all means, and will always be. I only wish that people won´t take nature´s normally even temper for granted. There might be more in store for us than we prefer.