The Nature of Things
Last night the wind and the rain pounded the ground so ferociously it hurt to listen to the earth's howling.
This fierceness makes me think about William Blake and his poem "The Tyger" which reads, in part, "Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?"
And tonight I am wondering about "nature," human and otherwise.