
Sunny & hot. Red sky at morning. There is going to be a stargazing event at the Zen Center, and I was asked to find an appropriate photo for the announcement. Found a great picture of the Andromeda Galaxy. Later that same day, I saw an online picture of Hurricane Earl. They looked the same. The same whirling energy, the same arms radiating outward. What's up with that?

Time is but the stream I go a-fishin in. I drink at it; but while I drink, I see the sandy bottom, and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains. I would drink deeper; fish in the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars.
Henry David Thoreau
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