Tonight, watching the evening star set in the western sea brings
sadness—sadness for the end of summer and for the end of something important in
my own life. Then I remind myself that the evening star isn’t moving, I am, with
the turning earth. Because I look west toward the setting star, my back faces the direction the
earth is revolving. And so backward I fall toward night.
Vertigo strikes as my mind grasps
this headlong backward rush toward the endless stars. When something
in life is ending, vanishing, or setting, I must remember that I’m only
turning toward vastness.
The evening star falling into the western sea is but a herald of galaxies to come.
The evening star falling into the western sea is but a herald of galaxies to come.
LORE OF THE BELL:
Turning toward vastness makes the bells ring.
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