The Turnings

I am the eye with which the Universe Beholds itself and knows itself divine. Shelley, "Hymn of Apollo" The year turns and we turn with it. It is always ahead of us, we never see its face. We can intuit its moods from weather, we can know its nature from climate. This knowledge is a current from the stars. The turnings put our lives in order. The earth rotates and glides through vast solar spaces. We must acknowledge we are the children descended from APOLLO, whose radiance ignites our minds and hearts to glory. APOLLO stretches his existence across the Milky Way: Oh, Great Wheel, turn! None of this is gambling for a god. Prescience makes a god immune to events in ordinary time. The Ascent is followed by the Ecstatic Moment, and sometimes in this unfolding is the Expectant Moment. APOLLO approaches our vicinity: Radiance streams forth out of his being. We sleep and dream about the lives of our ghosts. Are they not remnants of fulfilled existence? Even in suspension, we can calculate to our advantage, and turn all turnings into a vast cycle... In a flash, I will enter APOLLO'S consciousnesss, or he into mine.