One day, long ago, when I was meditating outside, I noticed a small bird that had landed not far from where I sat. I watched as it hopped around looking for food. It got closer and closer, and I remained still so that I did not scare it. A thought crossed my mind, that life creates the Force, or vice versa, and the bird embodied that Force.
Suddenly the bird took off and I was left staring at the ground where the bird had been, when I realized something important: the Force is everywhere. It is the bird, the air on which it flies, and the ground on which it stood.
So why was I looking at the bird?