Desert Epiphanies

It was a rocky trail that seemed to enchant me at the break of this morning's dawn, a trail I had never traveled before, an unknown destination it would take me, and there I found myself seated atop a large boulder, taking in the enormous silence as a star broke the eastern horizon in two -- the sun -- this ball of nuclear fusion that can never rest now sends its electromagnetic radiation over the now glare of a horizon and these funny waves hit me and the boulder and the yucca and the horned toad until we all take notice, dawn has broken. Enormous indeed is the sun, bright beyond the grasp of my eyeballs is its shine, yet insignificant it is in the grand scheme of the visible universe (or I think), and among them all, the boulder, the yucca, the horned toad, and even the sun itself, only I am privy to these thoughts.

John 1:1-5
In the beginning was the Word (Logos), and the Word (Logos) was with God, and the Word (Logos) was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through Him, and without Him nothing was made that was made. In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.

Pure silence engulfs me until my ears perked up to the gentle breeze that undoubtedly that ball of nuclear fusion nudged into being, energy smacking all things with a 186,000 mi/s jolt, wakening tiny bits of air, sending them on their way, some becoming blusters, some chinooks, some dust devils, some gusts and gales, others Zephyrs or Santa Anas, and to think as one gazes at the night sky that light is the exception and darkness, that which doesn't comprehend or cannot be comprehended, is the rule.