That Which Isn’t Flint Is Tinder

If the landscape reveals one certainty, it is that the extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.  After the one extravagant gesture of creation in the first place, the universe has continued to deal exclusively in extravagances, flinging intricacies and colossi down aeons of emptiness, heaping profusion on profligacies with ever-fresh vigor.  The whole show has been on fire from the word go.  I come down to the water to cool my eyes.  But everywhere I look I see fire; that which isn’t flint is tinder, and the whole world sparks and flames.

~Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek.

It finally turned really cold today.  I spent most of it walking, sitting, and paying attention along the banks of the Potomac River.  I needed it.  May it be so for you.

Picture found here.

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