|NASA photo, Apollo 11 mission.|
I revel in how the arrangements of nature are ensconced in space and time; the way patterns are displayed in our planet's landmasses, in the atmosphere and in the oceans. There is an artistry to the earth's physical landscapes that is more richly textured than any human work.
Walking along a beach I watch the swells run up the sand, weave and merge, and return to the ocean as braided rivulets, and it reminds me of the great river systems of our world. It brings back memories of the curls in my son hair, the capillaries that course through his young body, and the double helix of DNA that constructs his being.
|Joe and Paul in 2002|
So perhaps, it is within the pattern of things that we humans can find solace in this vastness of space. The same patterns, that no matter the scale, inform us that we are an integral part of the cosmos; that our existence is as much a reflection of the universe as is the largest galaxy cluster.