October 02, 2005|
Night is a time of desolate honesty. We can look around and see how the world is without a big light flooding over everything. We look up and see the vastness of space, and how this sphere hangs in darkness. It doesn't make me feel insignificant; it makes me feel like I'm a part of beautiful existence.
It's a privilege, being able to look out into space and know where we are. Know where we hang.
An overwhelming and comforting concept. We see so much at night.
During the day, it's more like a marble, how the clouds spread and crawl around the curvature of the atmosphere. In all directions there is life, if conditions allow, and every tree and everything is a reminder of the first seed. The first bleep of life.
How the sun hits the leaves, and the shadows cast onto the pavement.