If I never had a cent
I'd be rich as Rockfeller.
With gold dust at my feet
On the sunny side of the street.

—Dorothy Fields & Jimmy McHugh

Here the aetherial fire of flame,
gentle, very light,
the same as itself in every direction...


A rounded sphere
rejoicing in its encircled stillness,
equal to itself in all directions,
without beginning or end.


Now which of these is the true sun? Which thing is the true one, the sun of the shepherd or the sun of the astrophysicist?

—Heidegger :: What Is A Thing?

fire rock wind stream sun sand cloud ice star tree snow rain