Saturday, August 4, 2012

How Precious this World we Share

The touch of an infinite mystery passes over the trivial and the familiar, making it break out into ineffable music… The trees, the stars, and the blue hills ache with a meaning which can never be uttered in words.

—Rabindranath Tagore

Painting above is Michael Gregory's Floating World, 2012, Oil on canvas

This night, I'm considering how precious our world is in every place and part...close at hand no less so no more so than anywhere else on earth. Perhaps this is one way to remember Hiroshima?

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