July 3, 2001

  • A Reflection on Days


    I still see the huge red brightness, ballness, irreproachable and unrelenting shineness of this morning’s sunrise.  I still see it reflecting off an array of downtown city buildings and recall the impression of considering those buildings as totemic testimonies to the sun’s then (or in mind's now) nowness.  I still follow the sun approaching the other horizon (indirectly, by similar totemic testimony) once again in conclusionary scarlethood.  I still feel the warmth, not only of this day’s direct celestial incandescence but of many days, could it be all the days of my worldly experience?  My sight is good and I worshipfully remember these things.

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