Good Day, God!
Kit and I are here in Tucson — here with daughter Sandy’s family — here in monsoon season. This particular cloud moved over us with just a light rain. Ah, but at dinner we dined outside on the covered lanai with lightening and rolling thunder.
There is something quite magical about lightening, God. Only magic is a term that implies human “control” over the Forces of Nature. That desire for control seems built into our DNA, God.
Don’t our children “take” to stories of wizards and witches and extrasensory perceptions? More to the point, God, haven’t our adults created bombs that far exceed the brightness and power of lightening?
Hmm. Part of me cries out This Way Lies Madness. Well, it was madness! And now we are no longer setting off experimental hydrogen bombs over Pacific. Talk about birds fouling their own nests! Yikes!
My mother was raised on Science Fiction, God. Last week, as we were coming home from her ear doctor, she turned to me and said, “Freeways were science fiction when I was growing up. Only the illustrations only showed one or two cars on them.” We were just entering a congested freeway as she spoke.
I suppose, God, her comment points out the unexpected aspects surrounding the “future.” Yes, we have these gleaming sweeping freeways — but they are clogged with cars. Older adults — could one say, “grownups? — have observed enough “unintended consequences” to be slightly uneasy at our rush toward “progress.”
My book group and I were discussing the Hick boson which was recently “seen” at the super collider at CERN. Although none of are “luddites” there was still some rueful laughing at the possible or probable “unintended consequences” of expending so much power in wanting to know still more of what the universe is made of.
I sure hope You are watching out for us, God! We need You!
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