NOTE: I'm not quitting the "100 Things About Me" project, I'm just taking a sabbatical. I will finish even if it kills me (and you.) Today, however, I just want to write something. Anything. Anything except "Thing About Me Number Thirty."
The clouds today are grey, cottony, low and fast. The treetops wave at them as they pass. It makes me wonder what's happening on the other side. What are we not supposed to see? The airplane pilots know these secrets, but they are sworn to secrecy. Their job is to make us look at the Grand Canyon on the right side of the plane so we won't see what's happening on the left. It's okay, though. I love secrets, especially the ones that I don't know.
The other day I was wondering about the rays of sunlight that break dramatically through the clouds. They come straight down just below the sun and spread out from there. The ones on the left are slanted down and to the left. The ones on the right are slanted down and to the right. These angles seem to imply that the sun is inside the cloud, but it isn't. It's very, very, very far away. It's so far away, in fact, that all of the sun's rays should appear, I believe, to be going in the same direction. If you connected the "rays" of these rays back to their point of origin, it would be far too close. It would be just above the clouds. I wonder why? Maybe what we are seeing are not the direct rays of the sun but the rays reflected off of the clouds themselves. I don't know. It's not right, however, and I intend to complain to the proper authorities.
Maybe the sun is much closer than they claim. Maybe Copernicus was wrong.
Hello, friends. What are you thinking about today?
Later. Love.
