In the chapter entitled "Mystic Landscapes: The ordinary as Mask for the Holy" Muir points out one of the many many misconceptions of the human race. It is SO in our nature to misconstrue waht's ordinary and what's extraordinary.
Common modern opinion:
What's Ordinary? "a snail's strange life"
What's extraordinary? i don't know, he doesn't give an example. But if I had to
guess, he'd probably say something like "flying through the air in a huge
piece of metal while sipping on bourbon and coke..."
Muir's opinion:
Vice-versa
I've often pondered similar thoughts, especially lately. I think it started when I was recently watching a fireworks display- or it might not have been recently, time is but an idea to me anymore but that's another subject all together- anyhoo, fireworks display. There they were: Enormous bursts of color, crashing impossibly in near-ecstatic bouts; thousands of dollars going up in air and exploding before my very eyes. WOW. That is, momentary wow...UNTIL I noticed something behind the fireworks: A thunderstorm brewing. For every burst of artificial blue gunpowder, there was an even larger burst in answer- twice as vivid and twice as loud. It was a thunderstorm, and it was amazing. It was then that I realized there is nothing that WE can do better; We can set movement to a metal robot (remarkable), but we cannot create life.
All I know is that thunderstorm went on loooong after the fireworks were over.
And it always will.....
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