I’ve long been attracted to the fancy that nature produces hieroglyphic writing that only the wise can read. It is surely a harmless notion, a metaphor suggesting that nature can be read in more ways than one. Even better, perhaps, is the idea that nature is a kind of musical notation. In the image above, the notes have already left the staff and made their way into the world.
Burning the Books
Beginning or End?
Small blessings #4: Just a touch of rose.