There is justice for all or there is justice for no one.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
I was trying to rearrange the book shelves yesterday and stumbled across a little zen book with some seasonal poems. Each of those fuzzy clusters is a galaxy. Millions of stars in a tiny picture. Five hundred million years of time captured in a well.
I've got the buckets, but I don't think I'm going to see any stars around here for awhile.