Yesterday morning I awoke to pouring rain, lightning, and a lake jagged and whitecapped, this morn to sunrise and moonset both in the same clear blue sky and the lake a mirror of all the beauty above. I turned to my lover and said, “need moon glasses this morning” as its rays poured into our dark home. Nothing declares the utter dullness of evolution quite like the morning. Time and chance create many things but mostly chaos. Morning is never chaotic. It is unimaginable order on a cosmic down to a micro-scale which yonder white swan underscores. But it is the peace of order which is always passed over in the yawn of the evolved mind. Nothing helps the idle brain’s pitch toward absurdity quite like the security of daily order. But if morning does anything for the open-minded it declares someone is both utterly brilliant and extravagantly kind.
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