1.28.17 The sun

     I was thinking about how much I love having a sun. Living on a planet. That has gravity, so, much like Petit Prince illustrations, so that, wherever we live, we are pretty much upside down or sideways or right side up.
     Because we are on a planet, spinning in the middle of endlessness. Endlessness. 
     Try to imagine endlessness. 
     And there is no up or down. 
     I mean, I guess it's probable that a sun being in the picture seems somewhat mandatory, especially in the scheme of things, in our cosmos of endless numbers of universes, stretching out , unfolding out over timelessness. Sun and warmth and light and life giving ; water and life.
     I watch the afternoon pull to a close.
     I watch as our earth rotates ,and as it turns , the sun seems to scroll down the page.
     And every single day of our lives, what happens up there in those endless skies is unique and unrepeated.
     And at times I find peace and reassurance imagining that the short flash of humans in the cosmos will build to a toxic polluted crescendo, and implode. And after a few millennia, the satellites that crowd around our planet will shudder and crumble , their garbage drifting off, and ever so slowly this old earth will shake us off. Will renew itself again.