Yesterday the sun hung in the sky for 11 hours and 39 minutes in these parts.
Today the sun graces us with three more minutes, lounging around for 11 hours and 42 minutes.
Way I figure it, I gained minutes of Ra time as he travels on his night-barque.
The eggplants, now just seeds put together with last summer's light, sit patiently in little envelopes, about to be born again, to do this thing we and all living things do.
It's in our shared DNA, our shared ribosomes, our shared glycolysis, putting things together, then breaking them down again.
The sun makes this possible .
What possible hour do we think we lost last night?
What hubris allows us to believe we can break time from its essence, our link to the sun and the stars?
If I must chose betwen the sun and hubris, I choose the sun.