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
Wow! How striking,
Tom
Tom – It is, isn’t it? It almost reconciles me to spiders. Almost . . .
What a wonderful world. It is all so miraculous.
Barbara – Well, yes, although there are some slimy bits, too. I saw a green heron cavorting in a pond in St. Augustine this week and got 1 or 2 almost sharp photos, but the pond he was in was scummy. It doesn’t make for nice photos.
Splendid composition! This web makes a fascinating subject because we have become so accustomed to the geometrical webs. I will watch for more of these.
Laurna – Thank you. I only saw this one because the sun was in the right position and it was at the right height for me. Sorta makes you wonder what we miss . . .