I’ve observed waves for many years, but never seen anything quite like this. I’m sure there’s an explanation for it, a name, another layer between us and the intrinsic magic of the moment.
I’m reminded of a first class in Anthropology 101. I was tremendously excited. What could be more enthralling than a deep dive into the study of humankind? A huge class in a lecture hall, where over the course of the next hour it seemed as though the instructor drained the lifeblood out of the subject at hand, a veritable vampire pedagogue. The atmosphere in the room changed to one of words, labels, papers written for academics in a language that chilled my bones.
There is an interface between the realm of science and the quality of feeling that arises in appreciation of the wonders of our world. You may receive a glimmer of it when gazing at the splendor of the Milky Way, or even something as mundane as waves on a lake forming patterns, as if casting lines for an I Ching divination.
