Some mornings are more special than others. Not that any are bad, just some have that quality and crispness that carries through the day, and you reflect on the sunrise as you savour the sunset, and so another day has passed.
Whenever i see the first rays ... usually blindingly bright through my visor lens, reflected off a million pieces of shiny metal and glass ... it brings to mind "Sunrise" by Uriah Heep ... sharp, powerful, bright and clear. It's an emotional piece, as all good msic works are, with so much more than JUST sound.
My father in law and i were sharing the joy of Beethoven's 9th over the weekend. Two completely different people, sharing the love inherent in the music of a deaf man. How more real can it be, to know that music is more than sound?
However i digress.
The clouds this morning, a whole family of elementals floated past. Perfect pose, and joyful in the morning's first rays. I cannot describe the beauty and majesty of these creatures, nor the playfulnes with which they greet you.
I am told that they are rare, in these modern times, and certainly seeing a family says much for the state of our air. The smog is loathsome, but the higher atmosphere is from the south west, open seas until Antarctica.
Sometimes i think i'm crazy, and other times i know with a single understanding that i am not. Sylphs of the sky are like that too. You can think around them your whole life, and yet one morning you look up, and it can be no other way. One was curious at this human ... you could feel the interest and mind behind it.
Question:
If all life is fractal in nature, is everything factal alive?
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Beautiful.
Sylphs of the Air, of East, Lords of Wisdom, Thee I invoke...
Everyting fractal is alive, since everything is alive.
Or is it the other way around? I don't think it matters. Spirit informs matter, and matter births spirit.
I love the cleanness of winter, too.
Love,
Terri in Joburg
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