Rob Bell: "I've had this sense since I was young,
this conviction that there's more going on
that the world is not a cold, dead place,
but a dynamic reality that's way more inter-
esting and mysterious than anyone ever told
I've tried to listen to it,
and trust it,
and follow it--
this awareness that everything is connected
to everything else,
that it all matters . . ."
Bill Bryson: "Nothing prepares you for the Grand Canyon. No matter how many times you read about it or see it pictured, it still takes your breath away. Your mind, unable deal with anything on this scale, just shuts down and for many long moments you are a human vacuum, without speech or breath, but just a deep, inexpressible awe that anything on this earth could be so vast, so beautiful, so silent."
J. B. Priestly: "I have heard rumors of visitors who were disappointed. The same people will be disappointed at the Day of Judgment. In fact the Grand Canyon is a sort of landscape Day of Judgment. It is not a show place, a beauty spot, but a revelation."
Zion National Park, sunrise
Joseph Wood Krutch: "it is not easy to live in that continuous awareness of things that is alone truly living . . . the faculty of wonder tires easily . . . Really to see something once or twice a week is almost inevitably to have to try to make oneself a poet."
Driving on the Illinois plain
In the moment, we recognize that reality is wondrously beautiful but also that iis patterns are fragile and passing. Michael Molloy
Kind of interesting to watch the rats jumping the sinking ship.
What is there to say? I can find no adequate words to describe my response(s) to yesterday. Not complete astonishment—it's been coming for a long time. Maybe: the horror, the horror. Or, now's the time to use the 25th amendment: right NOW.
David Hinton: "It's easy to assume that in language we can grasp the essence of things. This is a bedrock assumption in the mainstream Western philosophical tradition, but everything we know about this Cosmos, about its vast and intricate natural history, the equations describing its day-to-day web of energy transfers, and all our stories and myths and legends—all of that imagination and knowledge is part of the center, this body of understanding and memory and thought that I am. Even after the most exhaustive scientific description, the most accurate philosophical account, or the most concise and imagistic poem, the ten thousand things remain, in and of themselves, a mystery beyond me. Once I try to explain, the center replaces the mystery . . ."