December 24, 2003

This past solstice weekend while on an out-of-town excursion to visit my beloved, we were sitting in her car in the drive-through at an Arby's waiting for our order; and I happened to look out through the windshield toward the flag pole in front, and paid special attention to the clouds beyond it and their almost imperceptibly slow, majestic movement across the light blue sky, miles away from where I sat at that very instant. It struck me then, just how beautiful a thing it is to observe one's utter estrangement from something so vast and so removed from the workings of one's own intentions and desires. What was this calculus of love which operated along that line of sight, for something so remote, so deliberate and yet so ineffable in its workings, and omnipotent in its disregard for the entirety of that world existing with its center at my will?

December 24, 2003