December 8, 2022

There was a west in ancient days, a place for the west wind and for the raging sea, and the ancients named the sea the Ancient of Days and put him in a blue robe, safely anthropomorphic.

But the Gods of the Earth knew the sea as Leviathan.

There was a east in ancient times; the sun rose there and so, the sun was thought of as immortal by those who should have known better.  But things always seem to rise in the east no matter what we think we can do about it. 

And we really can’t do anything about it except talk and notice and hope and pray: “Yes!  The sun will rise!  Yes, the sun must rise!”

But there is still the west, the Ancient of Days.  And there is still the east, waiting for the sun that will surely rise, not because it must, but because humans need it so much.

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