Wednesday, April 13, 2005
As a sidenote to the previous post, as I left class, there was thunder to be heard in the distance in the sky despite its apparent calmness. In sporadic bouts, bits of rain fell to the ground. While I was on the campus bus there was a short session of hail falling and bouncing off of the cars. When I exited the bus to head toward the stop for the bus that would carry me home, I saw small leaves falling out of trees as if they were the natural heir to the rain and hail. I thought about how I would feel if these were indications of a coming storm that signaled the end of the world and how I would feel if my symptoms and urgency were an indication to me that it was time for me to play my role in the unfolding of that drama without knowing exactly what the role is. As I walked back toward my apartment building, I looked over toward my apartment complex's nature area and I saw the trees, and the flowers, and the clouds in the sky. Just before going in the door to my building, I took pause to look at the grass growing by the sidewalk and I was just amazed at its colour. I thought that if the world was going to end, this would be a good way for it to go... a mass of beautiful things on a beautiful day ended by a powerful storm coming from the heavens. That would be so much better than a human war where it is all mechanical destruction.