The sun rises every morning. I do not rise every morning, but the variation is due not to my activity, but to my inaction. Now, to put the matter in a popular phrase, it might be true that the sun rises regularly because he never gets tired of rising. His routine might be due, not to a lifelessness, but to a rush of life.
The thing I mean can be seen, for instance, in children, when they find some game or joke that they specially enjoy. A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun, and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon.
It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we. (paragraph breaks added)
Source: Orthodoxy, GK Chesterton
Well seen Isabel
Jim R – High praise, from you! When I stopped short and fished my phone out, I didn’t quite get run over by the peds making a charge for their buses.
Surreal. Disconcerting. An optical illusion? The continuation of the vertical mirroring below the reflected cars adds another level of disorienting reflections. Fabulous photo, Isabel.
Laurna – Yes, it is disorienting, isn’t it? Part of the fun, I guess!
Very cool picture, Isabel! Thank you for noticing, missing your bus(?), and sharing!
Mary – Thanks – glad you liked it! At that time of day, the buses come frequently enough that any delay was minor . . .