I was thinking about
God this morning. It probably was because I was speaking to my old
Friend Ed G. last night and he seems to be quite religious. It
started when I was getting the car out of the garage and looked at
the wheels. They have 5 (or 6) spokes and they were designed by
someone somewhere. They are not beautiful. And I thought of all the
things in nature that have repetitive geometry and how beautiful they
are, as works of God. Even down to the hated dandelion, it has a
beautifully shaped puffball of seeds, and if you look at each
individual seed it is a work of art.
Then I looked at my
bicycle because that is what I was really going for. It looks so
good. It is a wonderful fusion of engineering, craftsmanship, and
art. The person who put it together must have sat back and had a
tremendous rush of satisfaction, a real feeling of being with God.
So I went for a ride
and thought about those thoughts, and the sun beaming through the
trees, and came home and wrote this.
