Concord Hymn

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Photo: Kirk Heflin BY the rude bridge that arched the flood,  Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,  Here once the embattled farmers stood  And fired the shot heard round the world.  The foe long since in silence slept;  Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;  And Time the ruined bridge has swept  Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream,  We set to-day a votive stone;  That memory may their deed redeem,  When, like our sires, our sons are gone.  Spirit, that made those heroes dare  To die, and leave their children free,  Bid Time and Nature gently spare  The shaft we raise to them and thee. Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882) (The Battle of Concord was fought on April 19, 1775, the start of the American Revolutionary War)

how profound

this morning as i woke up, in that gray foggy place where the eyes are still not open and one is still able to locate his slippers, i had this profound thought: in the same way the sun rises in each morning, so God makes his flaming spirit rise on those who wait for Him.

dwelling on that imagery for a few minutes, i successfully and safely gained access to the shower in my somnatic state without scalding or freezing myself, then had another profound thought: what did Ezekiel see? What were those confounded wheels? And images like this came to mind--was Ezekiel having a vision of God through space, without a telescope, as it were?

Here are some galaxies taken by Hubble.
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And what about some of our planets, as Uranus and Saturn (infra red)?

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